sex and coffee

it’s better than coffee
a bare midriff mid-morning
in my feed
now pulsing through my veins
dopamine you’re a wicked mistress
candy or sex or danger
all three
and i’m in heaven
for 45 seconds
when i find myself
wanting more more more
and ten minutes has passed
nothing accomplished off my todo list
nothing but white noise
and the image
how i wanted to be in that bedroom
in black and white
with an amazing reader
who happens to be holding my coffee
“yes, i’ll take that please”
all in some random flash
a vixen
might as well be on another planet
at least until the end of the day
when i can ask
for a reenactment with someone
closer to my field of vision
within my reach