Coffee
My first thought in the morning,
Freshly ground, surrounded by aromatic earthy warmth,
Piping hot, with a delectably bitter first sip,
followed by a euphoric dopamine swarm,
Coffee is how I love to say, “Good Morning.”
A roasted remedy to my plaguing malady of yawning,
From dreams of admiring a Paris Cafe’s charm,
While beans are concocted in an exceptional art form,
A blooming romance begins over to-go coffee after a late night tryst,
To “I love you,” while having coffee on a terrace one flavorful morning.
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