Service With a Smile

Service With a Smile

Pretty pink pout
Of pastel lip gloss
Becomes petunia spring
With each beat of my heart
A note played by her
In maiden melody

My lips dip into frown
Like the sun sinking
Yet her freebie smiles
Tickle my funny bone
Into risen glory

Slender as a reed
Her flute pipes affection
Into my thirsty ears
While I gaze upon her legs

She halts in mid stream
And glances back at me
Her lips move but I cannot hear her
As if to say:
“Yes I am sexy. If you were thirty years younger
I’d wrap my legs around you
and fuck you into heaven.
But you are welcome to look.
I am most flattered.”

Five dollar tip
My offering in lieu of a smile