Coffee House

The strength you have to lift me Is beyond compare Others have tried and failed To them it is not fair, Even your aroma should be bottled up and sold The vigour of you halts that depressing feeling of growing old. You tempt me with you wiles you dance around my senses Nobody can raise me up like you - I drop all of my defences. To be enfolded in your tendrils that rise in the steam Lifts my soul and spirits to the heights they’ve never been... One sniff and I am yours, I gladly dive right in That first cup of strong black liquid tempts me to new sin Not just once do I partake but two or may be three Oh dark tempter of delights, I love you my coff - ee © 21/06/2012 ~GG~