I have always liked my men how I liked my coffee.
Desperate to appear
as tough as I needed to feel
I took my coffee black;
strong
intense
an acquired taste
forced down out of desperation
for something to awaken me
all of the men that followed
left the same bitter taste in my mouth -
the more they left
the more I craved them
and so I grew to need more;
something to lighten the taste
cushion the blow
of intoxicating personalities
that I couldn\'t get enough of
you are so much sweeter than they were.
softer
more welcoming
when I take you as you are
with all of the extras
instead of watering you down -
you do not leave me craving
but comforted.