coffee and men

I don’t chase, love—
I stir.
One glance, one grin,
and your quiet little world begins to purr.

I’m not your morning text,
I’m the reason you stay up past midnight.
Not your ‘what are we?’
I’m your ‘God, I hope she bites.’

Too bold for the bland,
too seasoned for games—
I drink my coffee strong
and leave weaker men in flames.

So here’s your warning,
read it slow:
I’m not bitter—I’m brewed
and ready to go.