If we were having coffee

If we were having coffee the secrets we would share. Your eyes gazing into mine. The world melting away, only we two are here. Sitting, looking at our future in the bottom of a mug.

If we were having coffee, we would certainly fall in love. Our yesterdays forgotten, Our tomorrows ensconced in mystery, dark and rich like the liquid in your cup. Accompanied by sweet and creamy moments of bliss, alone no more.

If we were having coffee your hand would be in mine. Our hearts beating, synchronized, sharing the rich aroma wafting up on tendrils of steam, a future beyond our dreams.

If we were having coffee, we both know that we’re home, at peace, in love. The days rolling into night, the weeks into months. No beginning no end, just you, me and coffee.