Then where will I seek
my muse?

As I expect to find her swirled
like vanilla in espresso

Splayed naughty
and nude
resting atop
the extra
frothe of my latte

Ever beckoning
one sip
cautious or not
as she can
be too hot

Coaxing me to taste
She ohs and ahs
(I always loved
approval grunted with
half-closed eyes)

I grin ear to ear
with cream on my nose
found my muse
in a full coffee cup

Easily, all this I visualize