I like it hot.
In the morning, with closed eyes. It deepens my breath. It opens my heart. It unfolds wrinkled soul. It smoothens my skin. I adore the warm whirlpool that enlightens my body. I feel it swirl, raising waves of pleasure. It electrifies every cell of my body.
I like it vigorous. Strong.
I savor it in small instances of pure animal pleasure, all sealed with a sigh.
I throw my head back. My mortal soul dances on divine rhythms. I am enveloped in notes of bliss.
I grow wings. I spread them out.
I leave my body and I float. I slip away to the sunny plains of the ever-sunrise-land.
I open my eyes. Slowly. Enchanted. I witness the miracle of dusk through half-opened eyelashes. I move them slowly. I play kaleidoscope of shapes and colors intertwine in a marionettes’ theater. I smile childishly at the surprising discovery.
I like it long.
I need my time to savor it. To its last moment, to its last drop. I yearn for my whole being to be enchanted.
A whirl of aromas reaches me. It inhabits me. It lures me back to myself.
Its warmth caresses me. I am amazing.
I like my coffee hot, strong, in small sips, early in the morning.
I put the cup aside. The check list for the day is almost complete.
I stand up and I start to live.