Oh, Pumpkin Spice Latte, how I love thee!
Let me count the ways.
Let me count the ways.
I love your sweet, spicy scent.
I love your soft, swirling whipped cream top hat.
I love your cute, little cardboard jacket and your cinnamon-y freckles.
I love the moment you are so pleasantly presented, and I savor the sweet anticipation as I carry you so lovingly into my office.
I gaze at you thirstily as I fumble for my office keys, and then sigh as I set you on my desk. I giggle as I sit and pull you close.
Oh, Pumpkin Spice latte!
I bring you to my lips and pause before sipping.
Then, Finally. ssssiiiippppp.
Ahhhhh.
I love the warm, satisfying, liquid ribbon-like river of pure indulgence as you gush into my mouth, tickling my taste buds and warming my tummy.
At last, together again.
Oh, Pumpkin Spice Latte!
How I love thee!
Seriously for a latte???? Makes for good reading though. You should write one of those murder mystery food books you like!!
Liz
Seriously, for a Latte!! They are THAT good. {sigh} wish I had one right now.