S is for Savor
My eyelids flutter shut, an automatic response to the vapors wafting towards me. I inhale deeply, filling my nose, my mind with what will soon be mine: All bitterness and sweet, creamy and frothy. It’s love in a cup.
The mug is warm as it grazes my lips, a foretaste of the bliss to come, and it is bliss. Bliss as it fills my mouth; bliss as it lingers there, enveloping each one of my taste buds. Finally I give in, I swallow, letting escape the contented moan that has threatened to break free since that first inhale. And then another, and another.