So if you ever meet someone who claims to know me well, and in the same breath acts surprised if you mention that I am completely and utterly in love with coffee, then the level of closeness they claim to have with me is a farce. Even coffee knows how much I love him and I know this because he loves me back. There are a few instances when I can’t have him when I want him, but the sweet memory of the last time he touched my lips…well it just isn’t enough. And yes, coffee is a boy, he has to be. Ok…no. Coffee is most certainly, a man.

Robust. Smells amazing. The right body, Exotic. He is exactly what I need every time, though I admit to having my favourite spots for our rendezvous. I don’t always have time to dine and savour his lingering flavour that instinctively penetrates the delicate foam as it makes its way through my insides. Sometimes I have him to go and though it’s rushed, he is amazing every time.

Coffee…my true love.

Here are some sexy shots of…coffee from around Trinidad and Tobago.