I said coffee I didn't say, "would you like to cup my warm soft breasts in your un-calloused, long, tapered, ring less fingered hands?"
I said coffee I didn't say, "would you like to run your tongue along my neck just below my left ear-lobe?"
I said coffee I didn't say, "would you like to hold me in your arms and feel my heart skip beats as you press your hard, lean body up against mine until I melt into you with desire?"
I said coffee as we stood there in the jasmine scented night my car door like some modern day bundling board separating us, protecting us from ourselves and lust
I said, "would you like to go for a cup of coffee?" I didn't say, "would you like to brush your lips across mine as you move silently to bury your face in my long, silky, raven black hair?"
But you said, "I can't I'm married I can't trust myself to be alone with you." So I looked you dead in the eye and repeated "I said coffee"