You were not my cup of tea,
But steeped and permeated me;
You percolated every dream
And incubated love for me.
Your sweet caffeine, my sugared best;
Your creamy voice provided rest.
Though you were not my cup of tea,
You’re coffee energizing me.
Quadrille for Mish’s “steeped” prompt at
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