Café Couple, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

There was a young vixen some time ago
Created such a stir within my heart
Without effort quadrupled my blood flow
Causing strain and awful pain from the start

Made repeated attempts to have her near
To breathe the scent of lavish lavender
Time after time thought my intentions clear
To the point of being a poor beggar

Dangerously with finger swirled her hair
Was this a sign we would be moving on
Not a blink while at her beauty I stare
She is a magnet to which I am drawn

My mouth was open awaiting her tongue
Any desires of passion are far-flung