A delicious deep dish

Written by: James Peranteau

In her panties,
excuse this soul;
I did meaningfully mean
pantry;
her finger pointed to
the cherry !

My heart exploded,
for; all that fruit, stored in
the dimness of that light.

Who could argue,
it clearly was her delight !

After several moments,
her point was to the flower,
I meant flour;
yes I did,
for,
this trip I made,
was for, 
a delicious deep dish