What does coffee mean to you? What place does it take in life? Is this a daily whim or a slowing down process during a hard day at work?
Maybe a way to meet friends and treat them to express care and affection? Or a sacred ritual of unity with oneself, intimate and magical, available to only one person at a time?
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For me, coffee is multifaceted. It can be cold and bitter, cooled down overnight on a wooden chest of drawers and swallowed in two gulps before work day.
Nervous, fast, abrupt, as if drunk in a hurry, just to wipe his eyes out in the morning.
In the morning, while the fine rain persistently knocks on the glass, or in the evening, reflected in the mustard light of the lamp ...
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Or it may be right: viscous, slow, desired and conscious, like a kiss that puts everything in its place. Here, a scattering of moles on your hand, while you smoothly grasp the mug and bring it to your nose, inhaling the tart aroma ... cinnamon, walnut, dark chocolate and whiskey - you slyly make an assumption, and then confirm your thought by carefully tasting the drink.
It spreads like caramel, envelops, taking all the attention to itself. I really appreciate such coffee those moments when I like to drink it ...
For me coffee is like making love ... pleasure and pleasure again))) And for you?