Me & My Coffee :)

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The tantalizing aroma, I love to smell you.
The soothing flavour, I love to taste you.
The warmth, I love to touch you.
The freshness, I love to feel you.
A sip, I love to kiss you.
Oh! Dear coffee, I love you!!!

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