March 8, 2012.
The Coffee Shop
Just a couple of minutes more and the whole newfound purpose of my afternoons will have passed and be gone.
For the last four days, she has come this way at the same time. She walks by this coffee shop, and then she turns the corner and vanishes from my life for another twenty four hours.
And here she comes. Is it today that she will look my way?
God! A white dress; her tanned skin looks so lovely against it. She´s wearing her hair down today, and it caresses her arms and back and one lock is teasing her breast. I´m fucked.
Just a couple of minutes and the whole newfound purpose of my afternoons has passed and is gone. Like so much smoke.
