Coffee and Conversation

Her lipstick snapped at me before she uttered one word
Red, popping, fiery
She charged a flame within me
abandoned years ago.

Her hips swayed through a skirt
cloying for a contact high for which low-level dealers begged

She wrapped her lips around an iced coffee
sweating at her fingertips
Caramel, cold, wet
She slipped her number across the table
a wink ushered her departure.

She whispered before the bell clanged
When I turned
She was gone
An enigma waiting for solution

Will I call?
My life beckons an adventure
with a ticket she promised to gift.

– Latanya M. Ivey ©2020

Author: Crafty Scribbles

Lover of Words. Mother. Teacher. Traveler. Writer. Bionic woman against ignorance. Finding the balance between words and reality. M.Ed. built to school you.


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