In this animated Video Poem, poor Fred is the office geek. Has he cracked it with the object of his heart’s desire.
I hope you enjoy this animated poetry video.

Babe
Sitting on my office chair
observing in a quiet despair,
she seemed to notice I was there.
The first time ever, I declare!

“What is your name,” she smiled and said.
“Oh, um, Miss, my name is Fred.
“Oh, sweetie, you are going red.”
I’d pictured her quite nude in bed.

Thank God that thoughts are kept within.
She mustn’t know where they have been.
The pregnant pause was deafening.
I’d die for her and everything.

“Freddie, dear,” she cooed quite close.
I drew her perfume up my nose,
and visualised her pantie hose.
“There’s something you could do for me.”

Her lips were perfect poetry.
Her voice a velvet symphony.
She don’t know what she’s done to me.
“Oh, yes!,” I cried. She smiled a smile quite unique.

I waited then for her to speak
and wished I wasn’t such a geek.
She flicked her hair with casual flair
and pouted slightly, unaware

my brain was in the stratosphere
of skin and breasts and bottoms bare.
“I’ve heard that you’re the one to see.”
Her hand brushed slow across my knee.

“I’d love for you to bring to me
a decent cup of coffee.”