The dame smiled at him,
and Henry was pleased
and smiled back, entering
the café for his usual
morning latte, taking
with him that smile,
that memory glimpse of her,
hair, eyes, how full her
******* pouch, and placing
images captured into his mind,
for later revision, satisfaction
and musing mostly on her smile,
how seductive it seemed,
whether so or not he had
no idea, just a secret, guess
it could have been my dear.
The barista serves him his latte;
she too smiled, although less
seductively, he thought in
the inner scales of weighing
each to each, smile to smile.
Dames and smiles are Henry's food,
his means of getting through the day;
each man has his own way.
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 4:22 AM UTC
The dame smiled at him,
and Henry was pleased
and smiled back, entering
the café for his usual
morning latte, taking
with him that smile,
that memory glimpse of her,
hair, eyes, how full her
******* pouch, and placing
images captured into his mind,
for later revision, satisfaction
and musing mostly on her smile,
how seductive it seemed,
whether so or not he had
no idea, just a secret, guess
it could have been my dear.
The barista serves him his latte;
she too smiled, although less
seductively, he thought in
the inner scales of weighing
each to each, smile to smile.
Dames and smiles are Henry's food,
his means of getting through the day;
each man has his own way.
