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 
Sex and Coffee
Jeanna' Soul 