Let me make you coffee in the morning.

I will wake up early,
Before the birds,
Before the sun has risen.
At the time when flickers of daylight dances with the
stars.

I will banish the darkness and cold in the small kitchen
with light, and heat,
and open flame.
I will fill that old,
parched, empty pot with cool soothing water, and bring it to
a boil.

Slowly,
The redolence of this dark enchantment, that smells like a
bouquet of earth, and ash, and man, will mix with the aroma
of a sacred feminine,
So soft, velvety and smooth.
Perfumed by roses and spice.

The divine elixir's incense will float into your room,
Grab you ever so gently,  
Caress your mind,
Fill your nostrils,
And whisper my name in your ears.

Let that be my morning kiss to you,
The first touch of the day.
A touch that will entice you to open your eyes and come to
me.

Hold me,
Press your lips to mine, as I fill your cup with that
ancient love potion,
One that I've brewed for you,
Only for you.

Let me make you coffee,
Now.
Every morning.
Forever.