Mystic Coffee
soft
harsh
rush
when I saw you come in the rooooo-what just happened?
you
came
in
and
I
became
l s
o t
lost by the very look that is you
you
you
you
you
who are you?
woman that just decided to come into the cafe with out allowing a warning to me of the
intensity that is given to your face. Intense by, giving more blood to my pulse, that
seems to be making my heart dance in a scene of a African ritual; a ritual were I would
probably leap into the fire so it would feel cooling to my skin compared to your searing eyes.
e
eyes
e
s
....
I wonder if I could dot them with my face....
will my face charm her enough to stride on by to my direction?
to slowly make her hips pace to my destination.
what an attraction she is...I praise that I am not blind for moments like this.
May I age with only deafness and leave my sights to be seen,
for I would never want to miss beauty such as this.
The coffee on the table is left forgotten and his warmth is dying down, but my hands are
still in heat as she orders her rejuvenation.
And as mystically she comes in, she goes out and walks away.
...I think I will order more coffee from this cafe.
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