Mocha Elixir

The memory of it not lost,

Just cherished,

Contained in its long smooth clear cup,

Every drop a treasure.

 

The creamy texture not forgotten,

Just cherished.

Carried by its glossy confinement,

Every drop an elixir of the senses.

 

Touched by excited edgy hands,

Embraced wholly cupped with satisfaction,

Ahh… the expression in the mind

Mhh… the taste in the mouth.

clear footed drinking glass filled with cappuccino on white ceramic saucer and table
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Tasted by a lustful tongue

The roasted coffee beans and chocolate explode the senses

Ahh such a cherished 44 day memory,

My coveted Java mocha elixir.

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