Irish coffee fantasy (a poem)

Just a small fantasy I had while drinking a homemade Irish coffee…

Let’s make these coffees Irish
loosen up a bit
follow the warmth down our bellies
and wherever else it leads
until we wake up together
one fuzzy morning
with the sunlight from the window in our eyes

Let’s laze together under heavy quilts
on a cold December morn
with the windows fogged over
and our breath forming clouds
until we heat up the room together
with caresses of love
and kisses that never, never end

(18 January 2015)