The largest cup of hot chocolate mocha coffee you can find, a cup of it at the end of a colorful rainbow, covered by 4-leaf clovers, chocolate mocha, sweetheart-ed, a cup of delight, real chocolate, thick skin of boiled milk floating atop, slurpy, slippy, warm almost hot, can still taste it on one's tongue many moments later.
Soft brown in color, added pink sweetener and added cow's cream, stirred around and around, to be like a baker, a Baked Alaska, around and around. Tasting it in one's mouth again and again.
More where that came from? Yes, indeed, a bottomless fountain, a spurt of it flying up and then gravity pulling it down, into a cup, a Kosher cup of pure glass, stirring it, after it boiled, a Hershey's kiss, a cup of coffee that kisses you, a gift to receive from God Himself, kiss it back, lick the rim of the glass coffee cup, encircle your tongue around the top and dip your tongue into the bottom and sides of the cup, tasting every last morsel, not any to go to waste. Leaving, however a drop of it left as a gift from you back to The Lord.
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