Serving her
what I thought our last
meal together was
the waiter,
stopped and whispered
in her ear,
a smile appeared
with her throwing her arms
around him
and kissing him,
I would jealous be,
but I must admit,
never ever
having a customer
kiss me like that
before….

This story is the work of Notthedane56. You can find a lot more of his poetry, fiction and humor on his main site Everything in and around Denmark and on his new blog My House at the Sea.