poetic orgasms she abruptly stopped in front of me
as i sipped my coffee, dark.

she smiled and lowered her eyelids -
bit her lower lip and giggled.

she slowly raised her eyes
and looked straight at me.

she slipped back her obvious bra strap,
black like my coffee.

she gave her skirt a strong tug
to cover her knees.

she moved a bit closer
and slightly leaned towards me...

then she showed her white teeth
and with her fingernail, picked off stuck meat.

she walked back and turned around,
swayed her hips as she walked away.

behind the coffee shop's windows,
i was used as a mirror.
  ¶ 5:33 PM