Hot brew, roasting beans,
Such sweet delight,
your voice, a warm melody,
Meanwhile I cross my legs,
watching you sip.
Your eyes on me,
Pieces of art,
a sweet smile, gentle breeze,
I’m jealous of that cup,
that touches your lips,
So divine, lost in daydream,
I crave to be that lid,
that kisses your nose,
incarnate that last sip,
To be lost within you.
Mirval***
