Walk into a coffee shop together,
She Orders Dutch cake, fruits with a hint of ginger,
Thoughts inside shout, “Unplanned disaster...Fuck sake!”
I protest, “Hardly a place to get a good cake”!
I look at her and glance at her perfect figure,
Does she like the treadmill and all that fitness rigour?
Thoughts shift, when she orders one for me…
I say! To be independent and free!
As the cakes replace the comfortable silences shared,
I think whether enough I have cared (For her).
Paying the bill we leave the place,
The aroma of coffee still beckoning, with a gentle haze.
We head towards the sandy and desolate beach,
Walk towards the whooshing waves and a setting sun, out of reach.
Lost in this moment, I fail to realise,
Turned towards me we see ourselves eye to eye,
What a perfect moment of utter bliss,
We had shared the most beautiful first kiss.
Later I realised the reason behind the damn cake,
She didn’t want to make a moment of passion, a stinky mistake!
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