That's it,
the way it is,
the way the sun
just gets up there
in the sky each day
and shines,
and then goes back
and hides
as the night comes,
the moon reflecting
the sun's rays
as if they
were her own,
as if it was her
power there,
shining,
beams romantic
in that silky way.
The dame in the cafe
had that look,
Johnny mused,
sipping his Earl Grey,
taking in the blonde broad,
hair on the shoulders,
face white,
eyes shining
blue as cornflowers.
She talked to another,
her hands gesturing,
her fingers thin
longish nails.
He sipped more tea.
She had small *******
he took note,
kind of tucked up there ,
unused, unseen,
her *** planted
on the chair
like it belonged there,
kind of tight and neat
and well
he looked away,
sipped the tea
and ate
his omelette
with mushrooms
and cheese
and took
one last peak
at the dame
just to please.
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
That's it,
the way it is,
the way the sun
just gets up there
in the sky each day
and shines,
and then goes back
and hides
as the night comes,
the moon reflecting
the sun's rays
as if they
were her own,
as if it was her
power there,
shining,
beams romantic
in that silky way.
The dame in the cafe
had that look,
Johnny mused,
sipping his Earl Grey,
taking in the blonde broad,
hair on the shoulders,
face white,
eyes shining
blue as cornflowers.
She talked to another,
her hands gesturing,
her fingers thin
longish nails.
He sipped more tea.
She had small *******
he took note,
kind of tucked up there ,
unused, unseen,
her *** planted
on the chair
like it belonged there,
kind of tight and neat
and well
he looked away,
sipped the tea
and ate
his omelette
with mushrooms
and cheese
and took
one last peak
at the dame
just to please.
A MAN IN A CAFE MUSING OVER EARL GREY AND OMELETTE
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