From the cupboard two mugs are brought
Grounds are measured, water hot
The drips fill up the coffee ***
From the spout the bold brew streams
One sweet with sugar, rich with cream
The other black, reflection gleams
Both give rise to wisps of steam
Anticipation piqued
Each unique
At first, slow sips with careful words
Not too much, don’t get burned
Pleasure comes with each sip
The words caressing from your lip
Drinks become deeper, feelings slip
My cup’s now empty, but my heart is lit
talk to me until we fall in love. do I love you or the brew?
