Morning Coffee
Her eyes sparkled their way
Deep into my lonely soul.
Her smile flashed across
A face as radiant as the sun.
Longing to gently reach out
To touch her sensuous beauty
A purely selfish impulse to
Propel me toward total ecstasy
As I was handed a wonderful
Cup of morning coffee!
Dayvid Graybill © 2013
budd
" Beware of DOG until he has his morning coffee"
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My brother told me to stop off at a Big Boy on my way home where he said his daughter, a college student, was a waitress. When I arrived, I didn't see her in the room. But I waited patiently, and she finally came from the kitchen area and approached a table the with four guys. I was surprised, but not surprised, when they called her, “Sunshine,” and flirted with her.
And then she dropped by my table, smiled, and said, “Hi, Uncle Ron, what are you having?” I could see why she was earning big tips.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane
Tin coffee pots on the stove,
Sage