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Sex and Coffee

One afternoon
Sitting outside
Drinking coffee
They looked at each other
Half joking
Half serious

“All we have in common
Is sex and coffee.”

It was true

She wanted deep conversation
He liked to keep it light

They talked about the weather, the bills, the house, the dogs and the kids

That was about all

Skimming the surfaces

Riding the waves

Just keeping it simple

Like sex and coffee

He knew how she took her coffee

Strong and dark with a little stevia and cream

He liked his made with honey instead

And that was about it

She wanted more

That he did

A little romance

Surprises and all that jazz

Date nights

Dressed up and taken out

Lingerie and lace

He thought that was too much trouble

Rather get it done and over

So it never took all that long

Just long enough to mess things up

About as long as it took

To brew another pot of coffee

Make one more cup

One for him to take away and one for her to sip

While she’s standing at the bathroom counter

Straight out of the shower

Soaking wet
Feet on the towel

Letting her body drip dry

Taking her own sweet time

Putting on her makeup

While he rushed right by

On to the next thing on his list

After sex and coffee

That was then
And this is now

He’s gone most all the time

Home only every forty nights

She’s gotten used to doing without

Half of what she had

Now she makes her own pot of coffee

Sleeps on her side of the bed
Doesn’t even mess up the rest

She reads books and writes stories

To fill up the void

She drinks cup after cup

While standing in the mirror

Putting on her makeup

They talk almost every day

About the same things

The weather, the bills, the house, the dogs and the kids

And yesterday she said,

“All we had in common was coffee and sex so I couldn’t help myself.”

And even that seemed too long to him

He liked to keep it short and simple

Like sex and coffee.


☕👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead
924a.m. 6.7.20

By jeannasoul

I'm a woman that is absolutely in love with life....I'm doing what I love to do-as a massage therapist,a writer,a seeker of all that touches my soul and lifts my body.
I find great pleasure in the midst of chaos, in time with nature and kindred spirits.
I love the wisdom and clarity of Paulo Coelho, the music that makes me dance, and being present with the person I'm with.
I write to fulfill my soul and, hopefully, to touch others.

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