Froth! O thee who dances beneath the twinkle lights —
You call unto me with your seductive whisper;
Your full body writhing;
Begging me to claim your voluptuosity.
Enchanted by your effervescence;
Intoxicated by your aroma;
You arch towards me,
And I close my lips around your pleasing warmth.
Do not shrink away!
For we were meant to be one
The moment I ordered my cappuccino and called out your name: