Savory tendrils of steam waft out like hands,
Pulling my face inches & inches closer to the brim.
The pressure of the top & the bottom eyelid closing
Lips curling into a small smile, pulling at the cheeks
The aroma twisting around tongue and teeth and brain
Slight tilt back of head, the cold porcelain on your fingers
Gripped a little tighter, tip with anticipation
Don't dive in, just let a little slide down
Warmth throughout your body