Vision of Paradise

At first she was a vision;
    Paradise across the room;
Red hair, and
A delicate field of freckles
    Splashed over skin so fair.
A woman child with perfect breasts,
Long legs and head held high;
Her lips were pale crimson;
Her eyes a sunrise blue;
    When she spoke
The room lit up,
    And I did too.

I watched her as a predator,
    Who would let this small bird pass,
And as she did,
    I ached inside;
This old man for This lass.

And then she looked and met my gaze,
    With smile brief and sweet;
An act of mercy
    From a passing angel;
    Her gift lay at my feet.

I couldn’t help myself;
    I imagined her in my arms;
    Those perfect breasts against my chest;
Her lips pressed into mine.
I closed my eyes in reverie;
    Inhaled her soft, sweet center;
My tongue reached in and took a taste;
    I heard her gasp and moan,
    But when I looked,
She was gone, alas I was alone.