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All I was able to see
Were the legs of her
While sipping my coffee
In that coffee shop near the river.

The legs were bare
Till the knees
I was fixes with the chair
Sipping my sour coffee.

The black silk skirt, she was wearing,
And her crossed legs making it more tempting.
Started a reaction inside my body,
While I was sipping that sour coffee.

The deformed calf muscle of one leg,
Pressed against the other leg’s knee,
And the blood was rushing all inside my body.
Surely, it wasn’t just because of the coffee.

Because of the column,
I couldn’t see her completely.
Anyway, Legs were more than enough
To praise her while sipping my sour coffee.

I could had a full glance
Just half a step – all I should be moving
And might have taken my chance,
Only after finishing my sour coffee.

And for the last time, I looked at those legs,
As she stood up.
I could have talked to her,
But, there was still some coffee left in the cup

And finally she walked towards the dark.
I adore her legs, hips,
And the elegance with which she walks;
While slowly enjoying the last 2 sips.

And with that beauty,
I almost got laid.
And that sour just-warm coffee
- the best I ever had.

I thank the goddess
For that wonderful coffee.
Raising my hand I said,
“Can I have one more please?”

-Jas Mandia

PS- Please suggest me with some titles for this poem.