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Enter Poem or Quote (Required) THE COFFEE SHOP BY EZAR AND STEPHANIE The Coffee Shop (Male) It was a warm summer afternoon; As the sun covered the sidewalk like they were bride and groom. On my way to the coffee shop, a place where I often stop… In the downtown city blocks. Wearing cream designer shirt, shoes, slacks, and socks; I saw walking towards me a lady with beauty on lock; Designer dressed from bottom to top. Louis Vuitton heels, the color of scorching hot; Thinking to myself, she deserve props. Not realizing that we were both headed to coffee shop, a place where I often stopped. Like a gentleman, I open the door to let her in Prada is what I smelled in the wind. Oh my, she had thick legs and thick thighs Brown skin with light brown eyes. Headed to the Bristo with a laptop by her side… She ordered a caramel latte. What do I do to break the ice and conversate? At the coffee shop a place where I often stopped. Written by Ezar Williams The Coffee Shop (Female) Work heavy on my mind; Mid day, need to break away and unwind The weather is warm to my skin; The air is breezy and fresh as I take it all in…On my way to the coffee shop where I often stop. Laptop in one hand, purse in the other; As I walked towards the door, I noticed a “Brotha”? Tall, dark, and handsome would not be original; This Brotha has stance, confidence of someone spiritual. He opened the door, as a gentleman should; I walked by, nodded politely, but in my mind he stood. His eyes spoke, and his smile remained still; Designer dressed, shoes, matching hat, dressed to kill. I headed to the counter to order my favorite drink as if I wasn’t fazed; By his inviting stature or silent praise. “Caramel Latte” I request, “I’ll be at my usual table” I directed. Something was different at the coffee shop, a place where I often stopped. Written by Stephanie Jones
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