- Lost in the moment -
I sit at the counter
you pour my coffee
I look in your eyes
Have we met?
You shake your head no
Something about you
I can’t put my finger on it
I know you
I ignore it and continue with my coffee
Lost in the thoughts
I stare into my half empty coffee cup
I look up and you motion me to follow
You attack me as we enter the storage room
Like crazed animals we feast on each other
Our bodies ignited in passion that burns white hot
Seconds seem like minutes
Minutes seems like hours
And explosion of lust and ecstasy as we become one
A blur of light and then a screeching halt
Excuse me Sir, more coffee?
No thank you, have we met before?
– Alexander Dayspring