Poems Niederngasse


The Perfect Cup

She
stirs my coffee
as I hold the cup adding sugar and crème
I gaze at her hands tiny with fingers slender as cinnamon sticks
I imagine their softness as she cups my breast and fondles my erect nipple
the warmth from the cup permeates my hands to tingle
the vapors thick aromatic tantalize my nose
instantly I am naked hot and sweaty her breath in my ear
hot on my neck
blown between my legs
wet on my thighs
I tremble
the coffee swirls in the cup turning from black to light pecan
the color of her skin next to mine
we’re intertwined
bodies mounting into each other’s passions
a sip
I savor the flavor
a perfect cup
like how she knows exactly when I am feeling sad
or when to caress the hair at the nape of my neck
she finds my laugh when all I want to do is cry
just like my coffee
she
is the start of my day my after dinner beverage my late night snack
she
stirs my coffee
I
allow my imagination to overspill
 Teri Hairston  -  USA-----------------
Teri Hairston is a junior at Salem College, where she works as Administrative Assistant for the Center for Women Writers.  Formerly a Police Officer, who investigated homicides, drug cases, and cases of domestic violence, Teri is a lifelong resident of Winston-Salem, North Carolina, a  writer of fiction and poetry, and is a finalist for a writing fellowship at the 2005 Prague Summer Writing Workshop.