I see you from across the room,

Mr. Tall, dark, and steamy,

And even before I get a whiff,

Of your Arabica roast scent,

I know that I want you.

On the outside you’re steely and refined,

But it’s the inside that I want to get to know.

When we finally touch,

I wrap my hands around you,

Long, thick, and a round.

Perfection.

I drink you in,

And steam billows from your top,

I continue to suck,

Getting every last drop.

My tongue does one final swish,

Around the base,

And I give a satisfied moan,

Mmm, nothing beats a hot mug of,

Coffee in the morning.