coffee, to go:

you can’t deny her anything

admit it

she’s got you

wrapped around her

little finger

those blue eyes

that flash your way

even across a crowded room

you swear she

can see into

your soul

and the she’d know…

you can’t deny her

a single thing

even if it

is your undoing

but those brown curls!

that sweep across

her shoulders

soft like her smile

in the morning

when she greets you

and you try

to resist her sly words

but her eyes

bright and clear

are your weakness

admit it

you never could deny her

so you pour

another coffee to go

when all you ever wanted

was for her to stay

a little while longer