Ideal Folly

juggling practices of perverted outlet
I see all the melons on the freezer isle
catching glances
sizable chances
those aren't pudding cups
putting tubs back
on the shelf
read the ingredients in my pants
I've got yours memorized now madam
shows of smiles
interest while
noticed beguiling
stacks on piles
my own dangling nonsense
a twisted trip
numbers given
later rubber days
she robs my sock drawer
of all its matches
exclaiming my own
YES YES YES
modern romance

Poem by: M.E.L.