The memory of it not lost,
Contained in its long smooth clear cup,
Every drop a treasure.
The creamy texture not forgotten,
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.
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.