Love Poem: Sensual Service Delivery
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Written by: Funom Makama

Sensual Service Delivery

The café is unique to me, after noon, at eight
in it is one special smile, from a heavyweight
waiting till now to eat, makes the stomach frown
I’ll wait another hour even if the body goes down
asking for my order begins the eventide
those slippery fingers of hers add to the fun tide
writing tenderly from her lips and breast repetition
exposed stainless thighs already sure of commission
exchanging facial gestures to create hidden events
noticeable by none, it’s just what we invent
serving an opposite client to knowingly showcase her hip
hunger reaches my heart, in my bedroom, there’s her tip
in every of her entrance, she takes no rush
my feelings play the Olympics, spreading in a gush
drops my meal in a way to show she isn’t a local
our connection is effortless, requiring a low cal
an opportunity to touch and her hand feels silky
blood rushes upwards, my head feels bulky
the wisdom to fatten this rapport, I entertain
‘this is now the thirty seventh time’ she maintains
oh darling, when will this hide and seek come to an end?
it’s not as if you even have a boyfriend
all these while, I thought she was careful but likes me
all along, she’s just being a smart and a loyal employee.