first things, first before i burst, well,thats a blessed relief !! coulda come to grief.... so easily.
it used to be, put the kettle on now it's slide the plastic pod, of coffee magic in the slot.
lost the romance, but i forgive, as the coffee smell, heaven scent tickles, teases, swirls and curls in the predawn air
my nose hairs steam and crema....crema oh my giddy aunt!!! i love the grind of the bein' bean my especial, expresso blend my bestest, favouritist, morning friend. come to mamma's lips. today.... is it gulps, or dainty sips. nectar in, either way pulse begins, pupils dilate lookin like another beautiful day