| Black Coffee: reminiscence by Jenna Grey © Like drinking black coffee, in an Italian cafe, you tasted so sweet on my tongue, going down my throat. When I thirsted for your essence you filled me without hesitation. Walking through an archive filled with faded dreams, your voice blurred words before me with the thought of you inside me. I reached out to touch your strength- you led the way, I followed. Like walking in cool rain through a lakeside village, you left me damp and trembling, then rekindled my fever. When I shivered beneath your touch you filled me with your warmth. As thunder rattled windows in this unfamilar world, you thrust your way into my soul, constant and unwavering. When we thought the storm had passed still it came, rumbling in the distance. Again, my world is grey, here, sitting at my desk. I still feel you flow within me, beneath aching fingertips. When the emptiness grows too intense, I’ll sip black coffee: reminiscence. |
| Jenna Grey is a journalist by trade and nearly published author of romance novels and erotica short stories. She is a single mom enjoying the country life in the lush Mohawk Valley with her two children, dog and a cat |
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