a certain april afternoon

she's sitting on my right, her legs crossed
two cups of fresh coffee on table in front of us
enjoying the warmth of last april sun

she keeps correcting her hair behind her right ear
i took off her sunglasses, i love her green eyes too much
she shakes the teaspoon twice before resting it on plate
sometimes it feels she has a ritual in drinking her coffee

with the corner of my eye i keep stealing glances of her
world news isn't as interesting as her economy section
my look travels from her eyebrows to her ear
her skin catches sun really easy, i envy her
a shade drops where the collar of the shirt meets her neck

contrast in the view is inviting
i slide my finger down the collar to the first button
it's undone
she left it like that on purpose
she's a tease
and very good at it

i exhale a long breath
bite my lower lip
go lower to the second button
it's undone also
of course
almost touching the line of her bra
she looks at me and kills my fantasy

i miss that white shirt.