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  • Writer's pictureLise Parton

Sipping Rich Sweet Comfort From A Mug

"As I raise the steaming, hot mug to my lips,

The tantalizing, wafting, sweet aroma of chocolate,

Awakens my senses,

And I smile.

A tiny, sugary globe sticks to my upper lip and it tickles..."



Sipping Rich Sweet Comfort From A Mug


As I raise the steaming, hot mug to my lips,

The tantalizing, wafting, sweet aroma of chocolate,

Awakens my senses,

And I smile.

A tiny, sugary globe sticks to my upper lip and it tickles,

I giggle in response, sending out my pink tongue to swipe along my lips to pick up the sticky, white residue,

Before I continue my louder-than-proper first sip.

The warm, delicious liquid in my mug greets my ready and willing taste buds,

And I gratefully savour and appreciate the hot, rich sweetness,

As the flavours run pass my lips, warmly caress my tongue,

And gently slide down my throat.

I open my mouth wider on my next sip,

To capture several of the tiny, white, bobbing globes,

Before they completely disappear,

Leaving only their white swirling trails as melty-evidence,

Those white winding rivers that will soon float on the surface of my steaming, hot drink.

The tiny, spongy marshmallows I have captured, instantly melt,

Between my tongue and the roof of my mouth,

Having rapidly been melting already.

I’m feeling blessed in this moment,

As I sip this rich comfort in a mug,

This hot, steaming mix of sweet chocolate and frothy bubbles of milk.

I know I keep sipping faster than I’d like to,

But I am unable to stop as I crave sip after warm, sugary sip.

It is rapidly becoming evident that the mug will soon be empty,

Mentally, I feel a twinge of regret,

And, in that moment I wonder,

Does one ever have a second cup of hot cocoa?

In a blink the warm, liquid comfort in my mug is gone,

But my mouth is still appreciating the lingering tastes of the chocolate,

And my belly tells me that I am quite full, full of cocoa and satiated.

My mind registers a fulfilment of appreciation,

Of gratitude, of my love for this tasty pleasure,

Even if I long for more.

There is nothing more delightful on a cold Winter’s day,

Than a hot, steaming mug of cocoa brimmed with sugary, bobbing marshmallows,

It is a comforting mug of sweet, liquid satisfaction.

I sit for a moment in the end, eyes closed,

To savour and appreciate the chocolatey sweet aftermath,

That is still suspended upon my grateful taste buds.

I imprint this moment, this culinary pleasure-pause,

Into the data bank tucked away in my mind,

Until my next mug of rich, sweet, cocoa comfort.


by Lise Parton


Photo of beverage above courtesy of Michael Fallon on unsplash.com



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