Sweat

[humility]

My first thought was, why 70 degrees? Isn't that like almost perfectly comfortable? So why would it slow anything? Much less the coffee. And the image the last two lines gives me is of  someone trying to to use their tongue as a wedge to pry her from her coffee cup. And I don't see any connection between the title 'sweat' and the poem. Unless its to suggest this poem is actually about leading to morning sex instead of a morning cup of coffee and a kiss.