Coffee Shop

Thick knob of English butter melting on a hot toasted teacake,
Petite young waitress bent over the counter,
Her playful smile so teasing;
Fizzing with radiance;
Like a lamb in spring.

I could smell her innocence.
Something about those cute cotton ankle socks;
The way she flicked her long black hair;
The way her derriere looked so appetizing,
As I slurped my frothy cappuccino.
She must have been half my age...