I walked into Neighborhood Market, and you had my attention out the gate. You were reaching for a box of wine on the top shelf. I pondered why the top shelf when the same product was on a reachable shelf, but admired toned legs and shapely backside. You placed your wine in a cart being pushed by a teenage girl. This is when we first made eye contact. You wandered back and forth a bit in the produce section. I appreciated the scenery on the shopping trip. As I made my way to the sour cream you decided the over sized cartons of coffee cream needed a closer look. The view was amazing as I walked past you, and when you wiggled your ass I wanted to give it a squeeze. You stood up and shot me a look that said it all. As you returned to your shopping partner she said, "Mom, you later look great!" I could not have agreed more. I continued my shopping without any distractions, but hoped to bump into you again. As I made my way to the checkout I was pleasantly rewarded. You were still in the produce, and quickly made your way to the adjacent lane. I'm tall enough to enjoy the view as you unloaded your cart and moved your seductive body. You knew what you were doing, and I liked it. We made eye contact one last time as I left with my few bags. In the parking lot I seen you loading your Honda Odyssey, and kick myself for not stopping. I will forever cherish the shopping experience, and hope to bump into you again.