Steamy, bubbly foam sits patiently,
Awaiting its fate. Cold, stiff lips
Lean in harshly, ready to take sips.
Brown liquid fills his soul and
Oozes bitterness. Heart strings
Quiver, tendinous in nature and
Twist while strummed.

Quenched, revived, vibrating chambers
Echo and thrum, dun-dun
His breath turns sour like milk in sun,
Fresh blood slurring through vessels,
Cold lips electrified to warmth,
Steamy, froth embraces a lively tongue,
A hot sigh, escaping then gone.