I sing a song of coffee laced with jive,
A lyric conjured fresh from beans and need.
Stirred up by honeyed dash of gleeful guile
And brewed in mugs with fragrant, dreamy greed.
Baristas’ blends - robust, complex, divine -
Beguile with shine and spice, enticing thirst.
And I, bewitched by heady haze - sublime,
Imbibe with fervent mind engaged, submersed
In liquid lust for java jolt of joy.
To leap awake with tongue alive, suffused
With mocha-fueled barrage of happy noise.
I croon- provoke, emote, invoke, infuse -
Unleashed, I gush espresso-scented praise -
Unfiltered buzz in caffeine -laden daze.
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Thanks for writing!
Jacqueline