The sensuality of the coffee cup mentality
brick by brick, I build my fantasy
Aroma stricken
Now watch me walk down a long dark hallway to the kitchen
I use my nose like a bloodhound
I stumble on my last step and then my feet touch down on the kitchen floor
I'm so excited can barely breathe anymore just thinking about that first sip
My lips twitch
Bean by bean, I build my fantasy
I don't know about you, but my coffee cup dances for me
I call her Your Majesty
Not the goddess of sound
I know I sound unstable
There she is sitting still on the table
the goddess of brown
That's just what she is to me
when I imagine walking through the house toward
my cup of coffee
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