Mocha Massasauga

A Poem by Amindy

It hisses softly as it comes to life,
Slithers from the grounds
And curls up inside the mug.
The steaming serpent then
Spreads its scent
Of Amaretto or Irish Cr�me
Throughout the house.
Its only defense is its bite;
If someone dares to kiss
It lashes out.
Fangs of heat sink deep
And leave the tongue numb
For hours to come.