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Affogato

Where intensity meets
Smoothness; kick in with your
Sweet strength, loaded.

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Coffee, Tea Or

We walked back to the car, him armed with provisions from the convenience store, me with two bottles of iced coffee.

We opened the car doors and scrambled in; it was freezing.

He took a swig from his bottle of iced tea, then turned and offered it to me.

“Want some?”

“Nah weather’s too cold. I need hot tea.”

“Alrighty,” he said.

He took another swig, keeping the fluid in his mouth this time. Suddenly, he swiftly turned and leaned towards me while I gasped and pushed him away, him laughing at my glare.

Ignoring him I opened my bottle, then tilted it at my mouth and felt the cold brew gushing down my throat. Much needed fuel for the caffeine addict.

“Do you want some?” I offered.

“Sure, but I want it hot,” he grinned.

“How hot do you want it?”

“As hot as you.”

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Ethiopian Sidamo

Darkly he steeps
Smoky and pungent, with
A hint of fruitiness in his
Lingering after-kiss –
Quietly intense, my
Ethiopian single-origin.

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Latte

Robust and full-bodied
Creamy yet strong
Hit me up this afternoon
With your sweet sweet spot.

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Coffee

He loved coffee.
He wanted coffee.
She made them some coffee.
He said it’s too much, that coffee.
It scalded him, that coffee.
Doesn’t rejuvenate anymore, that coffee.
What good is non-rejuvenating coffee?
They had different preferences for coffee.
She stared at the cup of coffee.
Slowly turning cold, that coffee.
She tried to warm that coffee.
She wanted to scream, sometimes, at that coffee.
Still she never upsetted the coffee.
So it sits on the table, that coffee.
A single shot of a coffee.

Make it a double next time sweetie –
One more for the heart.

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Coffee Lover

I used to drink instant
Coffee, artificially sweet with
Trace amounts of genuineness;
Until, by chance, I found real
Coffee – grind, heat and pressure in
Perfect measures, the perfect brew.

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Ethiopian Yirgacheffe

He steeps, relaxed
Smouldering, Frenchly
Pressed, I wait;
Black, unadulterated
Depths of fruity
Smokiness that
Lingers.

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