D.O.M. Poem by Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

A salesgirl in a mall
said to me, "Sir, try our coffee creamer."
I said, "Sorry, I don't add a creamer
nor sugar in my coffee, but only milk
that is rich in calcium,
good for my brittle bones, you know..."
Still, she was insistent,
with all those sweet smiles
and falling eyes,
really a pretty face,
about 5 inches taller than me.
And all I can see
at eye level was
her quivering bosom.
I thought, I'm not interested
in your coffee creamer but only
in what I see
in front of me...