Melons

I like melons I told her She said that she liked them too, But, I was staring at her breasts at that moment My statement was a bit misconstrued. I like them when they're small and firm They seem to be more succulent and tasty, She nodded her head in total agreement I love them I said, as would a little baby. I love to hold them in my hand And then squeeze them firm and tight, She smiled and said that she did as well It brings her also a great delight. The smaller ones I like them so so much better She agreed eagerly which gave me a smile and hope, I can hold one in each of my hands As I thought of her, she imagined a cantaloupe. As my mouth then began to water At an image of her my mind alone suggests, She too said she wanted to fondle that delicacy As she stared in memories, I stared at her breasts. In a desire I screamed that I needed them She agreed eagerly as to what I thought she knew I was tellin' So, she then sent me to the Grocery store And there I bought us a small watermelon. Randy L. McClave