Coffee shop

Sweet strawberry lips

Pursed into a smile at the glare of my eyes

Pearling whites teasing me with their sparkle

Skin as soft as velvet, how I ache to touch

Almond shaped and darkly profound, she stares me down

Provoking playfully with the tip of her tongue

Licks the dripping coffee cream off the corner of her mouth

Heart beating faster, fist clenched together

Trying to conceal my hunger

Visions of my imagination trouble my moral fiber

My lips her mouth my tongue her neck

Blushing cheeks honeyed sweat

Lingering and caressing her alluring figure

Sensually luscious lips be mine on this hour

Stop.

I censor my thoughts.

No more than a stroke or a brush

A pebble of a touch,

Perhaps an innocent embrace

Of the lavender honey scent that enrobes her shape

I yearn for a taste.

Just a nibble of those voluptuous lips

A graze on the tilt of her avid neck

A pause followed by a breath.

Her delicate body trembling with anticipation,

A burning urgency filled with desire and aspiration

Devours all that is left of my remaining conscience.  

Lost in those unorthodox thoughts,

Sitting in a little coffee shop,

I didn’t notice her unannounced departure.