Devotion to you is my piety,
Heart pounding each time, not ashamed to confess;
Every sip of you, anxiety.
Paralyzed by your variety,
I gasp at your touch upon the French press;
Devotion to you is my piety.
Let's drown ourselves in sobriety.
With heart in foam, my elixir you bless;
Every sip of you, anxiety.
An addiction praised by society,
Savour each note, in my mouth you undress;
Devotion to you is my piety.
My sixth time today. Notoriety?
Your mouth, the O at the end of espress-
Every sip of you, anxiety.
Thirst quenched sans impropriety,
I know you'll be here, need not your address;
Devotion to you is my piety,
Every sip of you, anxiety.
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