This morning I craved the taste of coffee,
Today of all days, running late to work constantly eying the clock
It really wasn't the coffee that I craved tasting my lips
Perhaps the aroma, that sweet smell swirling around the bottom of the cup until full.
Foam circling the top of infatuation
The sprinkle of sugar, cream.
Perhaps a vanilla swirl circling about.
Enticing the fact there wasn't a big enough mug to quench my craving,
Imagine her surprise when I placed the travel top of the coffee cup on top of her head