Golden brown texture like silk,
such a strong brew, even with milk.
Into my veins
and through my mind it runs.
Such a help,
Every time just like the last.
Just one sip and I remember the past.
From distant lands,
Takes both my hands
To raise golden brown coffee
to my lips.
Golden brown coffee, finest temptress.
Through the ages I head to Tesco’s.
From far away,
It stays for a day.
Never a concern with golden brown