I like you about 1/18 as much as I like a Pumpkin Spice Latte, which is to say “I love you forever, let’s get married.”
I like my coffee like I like my men: either tall or with a confusing Italian name.
This coffee is steaming up my glasses or is that just you?
If you were coffee grounds, you’d be espresso ’cause you’re so fine.
The barista may have forgotten your name... but I sure haven't.
My coffee is really hot. But you're hotter.
Just promise you won’t tamper with my heart.
I had to clean my filter twice after I saw how beautiful you are because I couldn’t believe my Arabicas.