From the cupboard two mugs are brought
Grounds are measured, water hot
The drips fill up the coffee ***

From the spout the bold brew streams
One sweet with sugar, rich with cream
The other black, reflection gleams
Both give rise to wisps of steam

Anticipation piqued
Each unique 

At first, slow sips with careful words
Not too much, don’t get burned

Pleasure comes with each sip
The words caressing from your lip
Drinks become deeper, feelings slip

My cup’s now empty, but my heart is lit