Coffee's Not Like that Bitch Tequila, Who's Burned Me Over and Over Again (Shout Out to The Law Guy)

It's the poem I've always wanted to write to the one true love of my life but couldn't, because, obviously, I have no talent. Thank you, Pamie Ribon for saying in words what I've been feeling.

The warmth
In my mouth.
That rush
Through my veins
Making my heart race
My pulse quicken
My head
Just a bit dizzy.
My legs are just a bit numb.
My tongue
Yearns for more
More of you
Right now.
Now.
I can't wait anymore.
This is torture.
Seriously.
I'm in hell
Waiting for you.
I just want to shout
To this giant crowd of people
'How hard is it to make a latte, fuckers?'
I love you, coffee.