Full lips grab attention

the owner really deserves.

A place she'd like to mention

but doesn't have the nerves.

A sushi restaurant in sight,

she sighs in welcome relief

that they actually might

have a talk, though brief.

Raw fish they order while

sweaty palms rub hastily

the tablecloth into a pile

against him looking nastily.

Spill the beans, it's time

to say what we shall after

all mojitos with no lime

we drunk to build a rafter.

Silly enough to believe that

a dish of seaweed and rice

can fix a grown-up brat

who wants a heart to slice.