Burnt Umber Coffee Lass

Burnt Umber Coffee Lass
 
Burnt umber tresses
For pastel gym short lass
Whose garb is suited for a jog
Round the block of love
But fits the coffee shop
Like a tailored swimsuit
For Florida at spring break
But less daring than a bikini
Hence fit with the decorum
Of serving brew
 
She gazes up at her bearded coworker
As though he were a shaman
Whose masculine wisdom
Can open doors for her femininity  
Secrets that perplex her
That once revealed  
Can bring her more than a harlequin novel
Whose fiction falls short
Of the dark roast flavor too strong
For all but true aficionados