I can still taste it
          the shot I've always loved;
          the espresso that gave a rush.
By the window, let's not beat around the bush,
          this is a never ending stash;
          hush, intoxicated, drawn into you.
In the end, its aftertaste killed me,
          in silence. I felt so high;
          light, afloat -- empty.
Over a coffee, eyes on me
          you left my heart beating into thin line;
          now I'll let it sleep
Until I'm ready for another shot.