Coffee

It is the aroma I sense first
When thinking just to quench my thirst
And then the warmth that permeates
The cup as I start to partake
The steaming sensuous delight
Of jungles glistening in the night
Of wild abounding living things
That have their essence in the beans
Which, roasted, ground, and brewed with care
Transport me to some distant lair
And I am quenched of many thirsts
But it's the aroma I sensed first.