Morning Poem April 10th

My morning Coffee
Looks like black ink
I dream of a Coffee Poem
Only two spoons grained
The water, thanks

Then the Coffee meets the pen
Forming letters of sweetness
While the Coffee meet the tongue
Forming a taste of bitterness
Inside my mouth, I love Coffee

I know now it becomes a good day
The sun will shine on you
I am ready now, just call me and
My morning Coffee, even now
When it is still steaming hot.

Glory found us in a Coffee cup
Blending the aroma of a kiss
With the taste hanging on my lips
Creating wonderful lustful images
Are you ready for a second cup?