While driving on the straight and narrow path, frustrated from continually bobbing my head, I decide to make a small-pit stop. After a profound search, I finally find an opening, so I enter and sit at a rainbow colored booth. Then out comes my waitress's legs. Aphrodite, the benevolent servant, stirs sprinkles of fairy dust powder over my liquid-filled black hole. Lured by the teasing odor of fertility, my cravings possess me to undress my reservations, and try this unexplored refreshment.
Frightful strokes begin to feel the tulip-smooth, curvaceous skin of the awakening cup.
I dip my fingers into the scolding wetness and assimilate the passion. Then my lips begin to sip slowly and cautiously, because of the extremity of temperature. Caffeine stimulants circumnavigate my body, and panting echoes throughout the room, for obsessive swallows are being taken. My tongue vibrates vividly, suc-cumbing to the pleasure of ravishing the delicacy of engulfment. While my fingers rapidly stab the mug's handle to grasp full control of its deliciousness.