Hit upon this poem (which I like btw), and felt the urge to share it with all of you.
MY FOREPLAY WITH CREMA
I have been watching you
my sugar
hesitating, sinking slowly
beneath the surface
of the ultimate extraction
I have been caressing you
feather touching with the tip
of my tongue
immersed in the aroma,
overtaken by perfection,
until you open up,
until you let me in,
until you shamelessly reveal
your freshly harvested bottom
of my always thirsty cup.
(writer: Lucian Zabramny, 1998)
Bit of strange suggestive poem though, for a retailer:
https://www.time-co.com/poem.htm