Sex over breakfast

After a night of sensuous wonder
They enter the pathetic diner
On the corner of York and Spadina

Moisture from cooking breakfasts and
Sweaty diners sipping stale coffee
Fogs the windows

The old man in the corner
Resting his head
Against the blinded pane

The Arabic student of music
Wiping with his grungy scarf
Ketchup from pawed scores.

In short order, the pair eats
Bacon, eggs and homefries
the steam rises from the kitchen.

Later, over coffee, they move close
His leg between hers
Touching her crotch firmly

In the whispered conversation
To the exclusion of the world
Intimacy grows and lust

Her hips begin to move
Rubbing her tender sex
Lasciviously against his knee

Leaning back to find purchase
He smiles encouragingly
While her eyes begin to close
His breathing gets labored

With fascination all the diners
Including him, spellbound
Hear her moan and watch her climax

All eyes on them, overtly staring
Some sneaking lusty glances
All brains lusting images
The old man’s head, now sitting lively

The student’s hands groping under the table
The pair hand in hand leaves
They are satisfied and hungry yet