I can taste the country

Mouth to cup, tongue to coffee,
O how you make me feel so free.

A conscious slurp with sounds of focus,
Thinking and wondering what taste is closest.

How clueless I feel of what you conceal,
How great an ordeal yet still appeal.

Reminding me of countries of far,
O how your flavor shines like a star.

How grateful I am to have beans of Latin,
Your texture and flavor is always smooth like satin.

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