Premium Roasted

It looks dark and smooth,
Good enough to make me swoon,
The aroma is almost vulgar,
Too seductive to be true,
A beautiful roasted scent,
Consuming all around it.
I put it to my lips,
I don’t know whether to curse or to pray,
It tastes almost velvety,
Yet strong and absolutely dominant,
I pause to savour it,
Before I rekindle that romance,
That illicit love affair,
With my premium roasted coffee.