SITTING IN A BOOTH <br />AT PEET'S <br />PEOPLE IN ONE DOOR <br />AND OUT THE OTHER <br />WITH ME <br />ON THE VERGE <br />TRYING TO STAY <br />IN THE MOMENT <br />WHEN A TALL <br />LONG-LEGGED GUY <br />WAITING IN LINE <br />STRETCHED HIS ARMS <br />ABOVE HIS HEAD <br />CLASPED HIS HANDS <br />AND BEGAN TO TWIRL <br />WHERE WAS I? <br />SOLIDLY <br />IN THE MOMENT <br />ENJOYING THE EXPOSED <br />DEFINED CHEST <br />THE NARROW MIDDLE SECTION <br />OF A WELL-DEVELOPED <br />TASTY MALE <br />I WAS TRANSFIXED <br />HE WAS OBLIVIOUS <br />TO THE KINDLING EFFECT <br />HIS INNOCENT SPINS HAD <br />ON THE LADIES <br />YOUNG AND OLD <br />LESS CAFFEINE <br />MORE TWIRLING <br />AND HEALTHIER, HAPPIER <br />WE'D BE<br /><br />CAROL HUGHES<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/steve-at-peet-s/
