Coffee Porn?

On Coffee, from Hog on Ice:
"Oh, the Suspense.
"Ten cups of hot, steaming, life-giving coffee, slowly, wetly, helplessly dribbling through the sheer mesh filter of my pulsing, throbbing, aching Braun coffeemaker. The drops slowly forming at the basket's sensitive tip...the kitchen counter humming...vibrating along with me in our own special, secret rhythm...
"Oh God. I think it moved.
"Is it really done?
"Smooth and bare as a baby's cheek, burning my skin as you nestle urgently in my palm...is it me, or do I feel you grinding...slowly rocking...pleading silently for my firm yet measured response...I feel your heat rising to my face, warming my tortured lips, carried on your fragrant steam...your scent elusive yet overwhelming...there you are before me...open...hot...unashamed...inviting...
I press my starving lips against your alabaster body...at last...your heat...your wetness...running down my throat in waves as I take you in in gulps, opening wider and wider...wanting all of you inside me...arching my back to get every last drop of you...
"Not bad for $4.50 a pound."

