Ode to a Coffee Mug

Oh, you revered vessel of renewal,
more precious to me than any jewel,
I reached into the cabinet and chose you
and now my hands gently enclose you,
warming me on this cold day's dawning,
though I be bleary and still yawning.
I raise you to my eager lips
and start out with gentle sips,
but soon I will take a big swallow
and then another swallow will follow
until all your contents are gone,
but you won't be empty for too long.
You will once again be filled
and not a drop will be spilled.
I'll lift you to my lips and then
will empty you once again.
Can I do it three times, or maybe four?
Because you know I always want more.
I love how you stimulate me!
Only you can satiate me! - Jeff Barnes