Cigarettes, Coffee and Sex
There is nothing like that first cup o' coffee in the morning. Tea is good at lunch or for finishing off that last hit of red bean custard but coffee...it should be a religion or at the very least the sacramental wine of breakfast. With all due respects to your Buddha -ship and any other (put your deity here) little ole me offends, sorry bout that GI. But the feeling of that caffeine rush surging through your veins, the brain cells coming on line one by one and then finding you have arose the dead. Halaluah brothers and sisters! Can we get an amen for that amen!?
Of course there is nothing better then a cigarette to go with it. My little phalic cancer pole, so bad yet sooooooooooo good! The taste just blends together, nicotine and caffeine, into a delicious liquid smoky comfort food. You know four basic food groups: Nicoline, caffeine, alochal and ass. Breakfast of champions. Coming up outta bed after a great night of insane monk sex, the taste of blond still on my lips and going for that first cigarette. The metalic snap of a lighter bringing the flame to life, touching fire to leaf and then the heat creeping into my chest bringing with it passion and poison into every little air sac. Yeah I know, it's not good for me, will kill me, yadda, yadda yadda. Go to the back of the line ya little fart, there are bigger and badder things then you that have dibs to off my ass . Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, that first drag and now I can breathe.
Sex, really what can you say about it other then......OHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAH! The heat and juices and cumming and going out of your head insanity! The feeling of that one bead of sweat rolling down the center of your spine as you're enveloped in that tight cavernous strangle hold on your mind, dick, heart, tongue and lips. Truly a thing of beauty, especially when you're done and you fall back in the tangle of sheets and clothes, then reach for the cigarettes. And call up the inn keeper to bring round a pot of tea and some bean curd custard. Likes me some dessert with my dessert.
Unless of course it's a morn'er (that's a nooner only sooner) then bring on up that pot of coffee.
Cigarettes, Coffee and Sex came out of an conversaton with my exhusband (werid that a short dark haired Prussian GI Joe could make a the tall red headed Chinese bishie boy come to life) when I was trying to get him to quit smoking and this is basicly what came out:
Me: You really need to give up smoking, it's not good for you.
Him: Huh, I suppose. But I wanna keep a few vices and since I already gave up drinking, that leaves cigarettes, coffee and ass. Guess which one I'm giving up oh wife o' mine ?
Did I mention he was a bit of a male chauvenist swine-o?
Me: have another cigarette.
Figures we were divorced by the time he died (so much for me being a rich widow) , and it was wasn't even the damn cigarettes that finally got him. It was the leukemia brought on by Agent Orange. But he was a hell of nice guy and made writing Goyjo a heck of a lot easier.