The beans cascaded over her breasts, pelting her nipples before they tumbling down to the navel.

She caught what she could in her mouth and ground her teeth over them, soaking up the caffeine
before she spat onto me and went back for more. Her nipples were black and hard and her teeth
were white and hard and the beans were brown and hard and I was red and hard and all was
good.
The dogs quit scratching at the door and began howling. Rain pitter-pattered and thunder
pounded. All three united with the thunder down low, the rain up high and the melodic howling
in between.
She screamed.
The dogs paused, then began again in her pitch, bringing the song to climax.
Its time now she said to me.
Yes I said, and then yes again.
I came all over her as the coffee continued to pour and she continued to spit and grind. The
come met the ground and whole beans in the air, gathered both in widespread arms, and rode
forward on the waves of her screams to the door where all was momentarily frozen in a glorious
cacophony of howls and screams.
It hit the door and slid down.
Come and coffee, chewed and fine and brown and luminescent traveled down the folds of the
white door, until that last inch.
Drip it went.
Drop it fell.
Done.
We cleaned up and went to bed.

The dogs went outside to the rain and looked up at the moon as lightning soared around.
They lay in the wet dirt and slept as the rain turned to mist and the moon to black.
That was Tuesday, I dont remember Wednesday.