Black coffee, that serenades me in the morning,
roasted in the worb, delicious like Hershey kisses.
He is my Nubian prince and I soon to be his Nubian Queen.
He is in contrast to me cuss I like my coffee with cream.
I am sweet to him, no sweeteners needed. All natural.
Sugar cane can’t compete. He is also sweet.
Like the seeds from the cocoa tree.
So sweet to me I have developed a cavity.
So sweet he has spoiled me. And I love it and he knows it.
Because he is my black coffee, caffeinating me.
Sending me energy that I use to love him.
He knows I need my daily supply of coffee.
Or I can be a bit cranky. He gives me stability.
I take a sip of him and he warms me to my core.
Delighting all of my senses.
He is free of charge but I pay him mind.
Because he is midnight fine. My shadow.
He stays close behind. Never skips a beat.
My Black Coffee is everything I need.
- Tatiana Carter (Originally posted Nov. 10, 2010)