Post by goldenmyst on Jul 29, 2021 21:36:51 GMT -6
Barista Girl Tease
I ask her, “Why do you look so serious? But your eyes burn like those of jade.”
“On spring break in the Yucatan, I saw so many of those embedded in the faces of jaguars sculpted by Mayans.”
“If it weren’t for your bare midriff and daring cleavage I’d take you for a Russian maiden instead of the tropic orchid you clearly are.”
“My mother is from Murmansk where it is very cold. But my father is from the isle of Rhodes whose name refers to a sunny Mediterranean beauty spot instead of the scholar.”
“I bet the unvarnished truths of your hidden treasures are more beautiful even than that Greek island.”
“Oh Sir, what you see is what you get. Surely my Barista outfit is a vacation from those digital images projected onto your computer screen. I am the real thing after all.”
“True, and the pretense of buying a cup of coffee invites an encounter with you that surpasses fleeting hellos in my street walking life. Your coquettish demeanor lends itself to the illusion of romance.”
“Then I shall pucker my lips as your prize for a well-spoken customer. In fact, I’ll stick out my tongue and revel in my power to dominate your inner world.”
“I will never forget you.”
“Indeed I am not a tart on your pastry shelf of life. Nor am I a strumpet to serve you tea and crumpets. But I can fake those roles with the best. Is my tease getting unbearable?”
“I better find a seat before my coffee gets cold.”
“Let me take a bite of this muffin. Now here it is for you to finish. You know you can’t resist.”
I ask her, “Why do you look so serious? But your eyes burn like those of jade.”
“On spring break in the Yucatan, I saw so many of those embedded in the faces of jaguars sculpted by Mayans.”
“If it weren’t for your bare midriff and daring cleavage I’d take you for a Russian maiden instead of the tropic orchid you clearly are.”
“My mother is from Murmansk where it is very cold. But my father is from the isle of Rhodes whose name refers to a sunny Mediterranean beauty spot instead of the scholar.”
“I bet the unvarnished truths of your hidden treasures are more beautiful even than that Greek island.”
“Oh Sir, what you see is what you get. Surely my Barista outfit is a vacation from those digital images projected onto your computer screen. I am the real thing after all.”
“True, and the pretense of buying a cup of coffee invites an encounter with you that surpasses fleeting hellos in my street walking life. Your coquettish demeanor lends itself to the illusion of romance.”
“Then I shall pucker my lips as your prize for a well-spoken customer. In fact, I’ll stick out my tongue and revel in my power to dominate your inner world.”
“I will never forget you.”
“Indeed I am not a tart on your pastry shelf of life. Nor am I a strumpet to serve you tea and crumpets. But I can fake those roles with the best. Is my tease getting unbearable?”
“I better find a seat before my coffee gets cold.”
“Let me take a bite of this muffin. Now here it is for you to finish. You know you can’t resist.”
