What May Come

What May Come

October 15, 2024

We meet here every Tuesday

Our rendezvous in the open

The coffee is delicious

Even more so when ordered as cafe

She has that grin

The one where she knows something

Something I don’t

But will, soon

It is a contest

Of whether I can guess

Or if she can hold back

The odds makers are with me

So I take another sip

She bites her lips

She knows I find that extremely sexy

She is wearing me down

The almond biscotti is very good here

I find myself mumbling

She wants me to guess

I want her to stop kicking me

I mention the weather

I wonder if her mother is coming to visit

Perhaps she has the winning lottery ticket

Her grin widens

One more sip before she bursts

Apparently, we will need a larger table

Pregnant women take up so much space

And twins need their room too