My Hot Coffee Maker Poem by Chuy Amante

I wish I couldn't see
from the bed to the kitchen,
you are in there brewin'
it looks like witchin'

it wouldn't be such a distraction
if you had on some clothes,
not even matchin'

Coffee and you seem to
seamlessly brew well together.

I can't tell who is the steamiest,
in that kitchen it's hot weather!

Let me in the morning sleep,
cover up,
so i don't have to peep.

But make that coffee like you always do,
Coffee + LOVE, the perfect two!