cafe flesh

 
i want to suck you off
the barista unwittingly said when she
looked me up and down


would you be so kind
i replied
and ordered a long black


my gaze poured down her curves
spilled over the counter as she
drew my name in the shape of a cock
on the paper cup


the waitress
attuned to the proposition
asked if i’d fancy a slice of raisin toast
with
melted butter


the depraved tap of pen
against her tooth was a signal
[mister] fuck me in the asshole
was the deciphered code


sounds good
i’m ravenous
was my reply


the barista’s breasts quivered
when she slammed the portafilter handle
emptied the last shot and reloaded
then firmly pressed the tamper puck


cutlery and glass chimed
tables and chairs trembled
when the machine burst into action
grinding aromatic coffee bean
spluttering froth and steam


it was blatantly clear
the customers
they weren't in this joint only for the brew
the women relished the ramshackle vibe
and the men were mystified
by the business of breakfast