Body Like Coffee Poem by Tanner Herndon

With coffee eyes, and hair like hazel,
Our bodies are machines, heating up,
But when you are ready, you want to serve your coffee,
To everyone,
When I thought I was your only cup,
You pour and pour, leaving behind, not a single drip,
All the other cups, have your coffee, on their lips,
Your blend is so sweet, with an aroma of sugared-fire,
But, all men do, is want your drink,
None of them want to think,
But, your filter is getting old, and starting to stink,
I want you no more, all you can do, is percolate,
Now, I will pour you down the sink.