How It Works

How It Works

A Poem by Melinda

hat cute chick's working at the coffee shop,
He's got a few minutes free,
And a pocket full of change
So he stops to talk.
The place is kind of empty,
He's got her full attention,
He keeps an eye out for her boyfriend
And the girlfriend he didn't mention.
She talks about her day so far,
He glances at her chest
He just sort of watches her lips move
And builds a home inside his head
In the valley between her breasts.

He doesn't think she noticed
But the truth is she knows what she's doing
She's hoping he likes what he sees
And he'll take her away for the weekend.
Hopefully someplace expensive
With "Le" or "La" as a prefix.
She had get somewhere, or something
The situation seemed desperate
So she hands him his latte,
Dips her finger in the froth,
Giggles and licks it.

She's depending on tension
He's praying for release
And she'll give it to him
For the right price.
Isn't it swell?

© 2008 Melinda


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I went for a margarita the other night and when the bartender pulled my glass down from the glass rack, she did so with her index and middle finger inside the glass, flipped it over and then shoved the glass into the ice..................Ummmm, no thanks, gotta run.

Ummm, anyway...I love the way you write!

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A most interesting write enjoable read ~so nicely penned~Fran

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

liked this. been in that valley of dreams or is it dream of valleys? and the tension/release line seems to capture the merry dance nature has set for us all. maybe the only way out is to rise above sex altogether. life beyond sex is much easier, not that I have got there yet, but I am hopeful for a rest from the libidious slave ship. also, of course, if you are really not up for it... A good reliable hobby far better than sex in the long run.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Isn't it odd that even when we clam theres no price for still deep down we know there is maybe not in money always but there something that we pay maybe in our morals or something

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Well, I guess love has to start somewhere! We've all been a part of this world, where appearance is everything and nothing at the same time. We just have to make it through to get to the good stuff. Thank you!

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Actually she looks for love. I don't know why men don't see it. We are always in love when we do it.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ahhthe games of love desrcibe so well here... thanks for sharing!!!

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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