
The Art of Coffee:bulletgreen: :coffeecup: :bulletred: :coffeecup: :bulletblue: :coffeecup: :bulletgreen:
Coffee.
Bitter, but sweet. Gentle, but firm. The only smell of it knocks me out completely. It blows me off my feet. My head turns towards it and I can't remember what was the last thought I was thinking.
Coffee. No, not a drug. Being addicted to coffee is like being addicted to Art. It is extremely artistic. It is refined and exquisite. I wish there was a coffee smelling perfume - I would have wore it, since I find it hard to think of a more complex, mysterious and inescapably attractive scent.
Coffee. No surprise deviants love it as much as I do. Ta