Feel my body. How it curves and lifts, how it can be sweet or bitter. Put your hands about me and warm your body against mine. How strong, how rich, how smooth I am! I can reduce any man to despondency. Once he gets a sip of me, he'll never let go. My scent sends you to tears, I know. How moody you grow without me! You could choose tea, but where would you be without little ol' coffee?
It's a love poem to coffee. :) Please let me know if any of the parallels don't make much sense. I welcome the constructive criticism! It's still a work in progress.