Having just had the best run in several months,
I stood in line at Starbucks,
Admiring your dark locks.
I imagined running my fingers
through your thick hair,
while thinking naughty thoughts
about you… down there.
Then, while waiting for our
handcrafted beverages
to be served, I sized you up.
Pretending to busy myself
with my phone.
I saw your glances
sharing a few
moments of
fleeting eye contact.
You bore no rings
in your hot jeans.
I imagined taking off
your sweatshirt,
yet I was not brave enough
to flirt…
Just then, the barista
called out “tall flat white.”
Simultaneously,
we both stepped up.
Could this be true?
Then she reached out
again, placing another
on the counter,
“Another tall flat white.”
I’m having the same
drink as you?
I smiled graciously as you
beat me to the counter,
picking up the first cup.
As I waited for you to
claim your coffee,
I was (somewhat) surprised
when you handed it to me,
“I think this one is yours.”
I thanked you kindly
as my hand accidentally
(well, maybe) brushed
against yours in the
coffee exchange.
Oh, the potential for so much more
than just a shared coffee thing.
Namaste.
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