I looked at her over my coffee mug 
Stealing silent glances 
Looking her way 
Then looking away 
My heart had set up a regular cacophony 
As I stared at her secretly
From above the rim of my cup
That I brought to my lips to sip, 
The adrenaline instead making me chug
She sat there, serene and beautiful 
An ode to perfection itself 
Between the gulps I watched and drooled 
Oh lord! I felt like such a fool! 
I took in a ragged breath 
I had to calm myself 
I had to let the feeling pass 
To wring it, wash it from my heart 
I had to fight, wrest my hungry eyes 
Off that whetter of fantasies, that queen of delight  
That mesmerizing, will-defying Passion Fruit Tart