Let me tell you of my first experience...
with delicious visuals.
I was sitting in a coffee shop trying...
to remain invisible.
Out of nowhere the door opens up and...
in walks Ms. Delicious.
She sauntered past with feline grace...
I knew she was nutritious.
Like chicken soup for a cold or...
a booster shot for sickness.
I noticed something wonderfully naughty...
although it's shameful to admit this.
Ms. Delicious wore nothing under her skirt.
As she sat across from me sipping a latte...
my heart tried escaping my shirt.
Shiny hazel eyes tinted with almond...
promised sexcapades for miles.
While trying not to stare at her bosom...
she extended her hand and smiled.
Her name slid languidly into one ear...
and out the other side.
My whole body was a pulsating organ...
with my consciousness trapped inside.
A slight turn here and small turn there...
I see a creamy thigh.
One deep latte sip coupled with a joke...
and melons dance before my eyes.
The visuals of Ms. Delicious were...
sweeter than fresh baked cherry pie.
I accidentally called her Ms. Delicious...
she laughed and said " Oh My!".
Embarrassed with a red stained face...
I wanted to hide or cry.
With a kiss on the cheek she whispered...
"your sweet," and my body went limp with a sigh.
I felt a brush of cool air across my face...
and she was gone never saying... goodbye.