He said he would treat me like fine china.
And I told him
that was all fine and good
But one day I would not look like fine china.
I would look more like the old mug he drinks coffee out of every morning.
But then he took my hands
and pulled me in close
And said
That's even better.
Then every morning I can wrap my hands around your warm and familiar curves
and drink you in.
Every last drop.

Before I met you I thought addiction meant 6 cups of coffee a day.
But now I know it means just one.