Love Poem: Love Sexy Chronicles Vol 1
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Love Sexy Chronicles Vol 1

THE COFFEE SHOP

BY EZAR AND STEPHANIE

The Coffee Shop (Male)
It was a warm summer afternoon; As the sun covered the sidewalk like they were bride and groom.
On my way to the coffee shop, a place where I often stop…                                                                    In the downtown city blocks.
Wearing cream designer shirt, shoes, slacks, and socks;                                                                        I saw walking towards me a lady with beauty on lock;                                                                                          Designer dressed from bottom to top.
Louis Vuitton heels, the color of scorching hot;                                                                                        Thinking to myself, she deserve props. Not realizing that we were both headed to coffee shop, a place where I often stopped. 
Like a gentleman, I open the door to let her in Prada is what I smelled in the wind. 
Oh my, she had thick legs and thick thighs Brown skin with light brown eyes.
Headed to the Bristo with a laptop by her side…
She ordered a caramel latte. What do I do to break the ice and conversate?
At the coffee shop a place where I often stopped.
Written by Ezar Williams

The Coffee Shop (Female)
Work heavy on my mind; Mid day, need to break away and unwind
The weather is warm to my skin; The air is breezy and fresh as I take it all in…On my way to the coffee shop where I often stop.
Laptop in one hand, purse in the other; As I walked towards the door, I noticed a “Brotha”?
Tall, dark, and handsome would not be original; This Brotha has stance, confidence of someone spiritual. 
He opened the door, as a gentleman should; I walked by, nodded politely, but in my mind he stood.
His eyes spoke, and his smile remained still; Designer dressed, shoes, matching hat, dressed to kill. 
I headed to the counter to order my favorite drink as if I wasn’t fazed; By his inviting stature or silent praise. 
“Caramel Latte” I request, “I’ll be at my usual table” I directed. 
Something was different at the coffee shop, a place where I often stopped. 
Written by Stephanie Jones