A Delicious Taste in My Eyes

Her morning stretches, are a feast for my eyes, Like a golden sun in orange marmalade skies. Brown sugar color, she is a delicious delight, My bronze goddess, in the pale morning light. She has a bountiful bosom like deep ocean blue, Her gingery blonde hair with a honey glaze hue. A candy apple bottom, peach leggins can’t hide, Baby girl is a delicious taste in my hungry eyes. My eyes are earthen vessels that drinks her in, She is a visual buffet, where my desire begins. Her curves linger on the taste buds of my sight, A sensory symphony, that pleases my appetite. Her scent is like vanilla on her Coca-Cola figure, A variety of tastes, makes my eyes grow bigger. But amid the spectrum, one flavor indeed stands, A delicious sight, created by God’s skillful hands. As daylight bares this one-dish casserole surprise, I savor her delectable beauty that charms my eyes. She’s nature’s culinary masterpiece, a visual treat, A delicious taste in my eyes, this woman so sweet.