At The Coffeehouse

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It I had the age
to win her age,
what would be the point of that?
I would not be who I am,
and she might fall
for the wrong man.

Her beauty is such
and full of young sexiness,
that the boys look
married or not,
makes me laugh.

Her eyes are clear
with very few fears,
lovely face
full of grace,
sweet peaches
between feminine shoulders,
cleavage hotly tanned
in the middle of winter?
She looks me over with intent
Is she looking for an older man,
Spring stalking autumn?

Runner's legs golden bronze
short running shorts she dons,
shapely legs slender and sleek
her young feet take to the street,
but she looks back at me
before she leaves.

If I had the age
to win her age
I would not be the man
she seeks.

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AnonymousAnonymousabout 14 years ago
Latte?

you are one sexy man. you and iqespresso must be the same person? yes? no?

at the WWU...