When she smiled in my direction…
I was flooded with visions of grandeur
that would make the Seven Wonders weep.
I was flooded with the sweet sounds of soulful symphonies
accompanied by the caw, coo, and shrill born on the wind
with Raven, Turtle-dove, and Whippoorwill.
I was flooded with an odoriferous emanation
so intoxicating and sensual I was sure Chanel
concocted a signature scent for her and her alone,
at least 180-proof.
I was flooded with salivating flavors so exquisite and exotic
that the sensory pleasure to palette could only be compared
to the royal feasts of ancient empires.
I was flooded with a sea of sensations,
like the caress of newborn skin,
the wind-swept kiss of angel’s wings,
and the orgasmic release of all species
that bond with life-long soul-mates.
But Sixth-Sense shouted, “It’s too good to be true!”
And when she tickled the tonsils of Beaver Sue,
I knew he spoke the truth.
© JW Thomas