I saw his beautiful, brown face, shining in the light. He had the perfect cuts, the best contour. The smell of him drove me near to insanity. I was thirsty for him.. To have his hot extract down my throat and experience in a fraction of a minute, pure euphoria. He made me stay awake at night. In the day all I thought of, was the way he smelt. And then they put him in the machine, to be crushed and brewed. This perfect coffee bean would be mine forever.