My Javanase Inamorata
How should I expresso my love for you?
Should I melt your frosty look in my affogato
or cup the warmth of your steamy arabica
and then bury my nose in your heady aroma?
Let me drink the creamy froth of your latte.
Enraptured, my tongue savours the way
your liquid smacks my lips
and I taste the sweetness of your hips.
Your caffeine fizzes and jolts in my veins
as a tsunami of heat carouses in my brain.
A thirst, now quenched, will soon restart
and desire will regrow while we are apart.