Unwise.....................

        Four O'Clock Fantasy

I look at you with lust - so smooth and long,
So firm, cream-filled, yet softening to my tongue,
Your sleek, smooth covering heaven to my eyes.
My conscience pricks, I know I am unwise,

Your sensuous shapeliness invades my soul
With urgent passion to consume you, whole.
In my desire to press you to my lips
I feel you slowing sinking to my hips.

It breaks my heart to leave you lying there....
"Yes - how much is that chocolate eclair?"

-Yvonne M. Fee