My coffee was exotic.
The cream was thick and chill.
I was feeling down like burnt malaise.
But for that, they had a pill.
The model came from Instagram.
So hot, it seemed like crime.
Necks all snapped, and heartbeats capped.
Traffic halted on a dime.
There was liquor and a base beat.
And the rest, I’m not so sure.
There was lust and fussed and upper crust.
And my intentions less than pure.