The Aroma
By rob •
The aroma drew me in
I shoved my way through the din
She came to me so soft and meek
I quickly took my seat
She stood before me
She the flower, I the bee
I quickly sneaked a look
Over the cover of the book
The hunger plain upon my face
Her hem made of frilly lace
I drew her to the line
And made that choice of mine
My every beck and call
I finished my steak and the waitress took my plate away
2002