Coffee Sips

Coffee sips, have tastes that vary.
Tongue and mouth, rich substance tells
of roasted beans where flavors marry.

Grinder function yields perfect grind.
Delicious, bold flavor compels.
Cups filled high, a pleasant find.

Kenyan, Kona, French Roast, too,
hot water surge, fragrant smells,
aromas herald, special brew.

Potion's promise, ground fresh beans,
caffeine rush, morning swells,
coffee's heaven, no in-betweens.

© 2013 ajwrites57
A Long

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