Slender little paper
cup—blushing breath coquettish
up
from your awfully particular
and delicate mouth—
full of the the most bewitching
brew of exotic
dark
and black-
brown stuff—I'm wobbly but
I swear!
to god I could
hold out—I know I could
just put you down!
If only you'd agree
to stop—
always coming
out to very,
very
hotly pick me up!