Black Tea?

Black tea with sugar?
Black tea with cream?
Black tea with nothing
But black tea and steam.

Hot I do like it,
Hot for light sips;
Black tea’s a blessing
For lover-hot lips.

Soothing, refreshing,
Spirited, too;
Black tea’s the best thing—
Just behind you.

Yet, there is coffee;
I like it pure.
Sugarless, creamy-less,
Strong and self-sure.

Black tea with coffee?
Mixed into one?
Could it be lofty?
Tests have begun.

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