It would appear I have become a regular. I go to a coffee shop to read. I go to this coffee shop because you work there and being able to see you has the potential to bring my day into a very rare harmony. A smile that makes me nearly faint every time you unleash it, short curly hair just because its your style, and brown eyes that captivate and paralyze me. Your voice sings in my ears long after Ive left making me crave its melody every waking moment like a narcotic. I should probably say something other than my order preferably a catalyst for a several hour long conversation about how you occupy yourself in matters unrelated to coffee. I think maybe Ill even ask your name. My confidence must not waver. The coffee bean is an intense, selfish lover with a bitter flavor capable of inciting headaches after prolonged absences. I must ask you a question that will inevitably lead to an exponential desire for more questions like have you ever cheated on coffee by sampling hot tea OHH the confusion and lust for knowledge is almost unbearable! My mind wanders between turmoil and bliss on glimpses of your face and your siren song echoing through my ears. You must be aware of your enchantment over helpless patrons like myself. To not be conscious of such influence is unimaginable. My mind and body are endlessly drawn back to your coffee shop, not because of the engaging book Im reading, albeit it is quite fabulous, but at the mere thought of catching a glimpse of you. I remain...................................................
............................................lost in your eyes.
Location: Brown Eyes
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