She walked in from the main street
At once my interest peaked
She had such a stunning physique
I swooned and quite nearly freaked
She scanned with a piercing glare
And swung her long flowing tress
With mesmerizing flare
This revealed her low-cut dress
Next she commanded some brew
And grabbed a sweet from the line
Into the café she passed through
To take the seat next to mine
I could barely spout a word
Cuz that belle, my tongue she took
I’d never felt so awkward
As when she gave an odd look
But as sun lights up the sky
A warm flirty tease burst out
That made my butterflies fly
A great portent without doubt
© 1972, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved. (1970)
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