STORYBOOK ROMANCE Episode
I saw him glance and size me up
Perhaps wishing I was the sugar or cream in his cup
He watched me as he blew and sipped
Oh my if I could be the coffee touching those lips
His lips perched so perfectly
Arching arrows to my heart boldly as he blew slowly
For him I would be that cool, gentle breeze
That he needs to ease the intensity of the heat
Our eyes lock and meet; intense steam as my heart beats
So loosely, profusely I began to sweat
Was this my real love jones the one I would never forget?
I imagine that….
As he began to take his first step
Like a tiger on a hunt matrix like he crept
I ran my hands across my body to prep to be swept…
Off my feet, up and away
His eyes look me over like a Bugatti or Maserati on display
All this fine masculinity coming my way
So sleek and stealth
A picture of perfect health
A model of wealth as I gain control of myself
I must think fast, release this internal whiplash
What will I say; he was so fly the ultimate guy
That you don’t see or meet every day.
He began to rattle and wrinkle the closer he came.
I brushed my mane, was I insane
To have these thoughts
He was so handsome and fine, could he be mine
Then she yelled next in line
I took a chance and got caught his glance
And had a brief storybook romance
The guy in smock, tried to block and made my romance unfold likes tumbling rocks
When he took my fly guy and held him high nailed him next to the clock
he hung him right next to the coffee sign for their new display. Oh my what an eventful day!
Shivendra aka Poetess Oddisee aka Da Write Chick
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