COFFEE:

Give me coffee strong & black,

But not before I hit the sack,

Lest I dream of lost erotica,

And moist places of hot exotica.

Give me the bean of Arabica dark,

With aromas of sweating jungle bark,

Of Costa-Rica, Jamaica, Angola, Brazil,

The aromas alone just give me a thrill.

Of cappuccino, mocha & sultry cream,

Of espresso, caramba, how I dream,

At dawn with toast & blackberry jam,

I like it hot, like I like my man.

Tasting dark as ebony African wood,

Deep & musky as a lover should,

Sip by every Kalua sip, I dip my lip,

Into the depths of demitasse I slip.

Yearning in swirls of decadent cremoso,

Café con leche, frothy, or espumoso,

Simply solo, or a café au lait,

Where-ever, what-ever, ole´ole´.

Smouldering & steamy as Bedouin eyes,

Frape-iced, or hot as Hades & Gitanos fires,

Elixir, droplets of green, red & black jungle jewels,

Without you life is bleak & oh so very cruel.