Red is definitely Melissa Riso’s color. Well, she would look amazing in any color but there’s definitely something about what she has on now that makes me aware of Melissa’s presence even if she was miles away. I could spy with my little eye a seductive Riso in a red bikini if I was standing an entire ocean apart from her. And after spotting her I would be obliged to swim across the sea just to see her even better. Maybe say hello and ask her if she needs anything. Like a refill for her water bottle. She sure looks mighty hot and the last thing I need to see is a beaut like her overheating under an unforgiving sun.
Melissa’s body is chiseled and aesthetically pleasing to look at like a top gun aircraft. She also scores bonus points with me for looking cooler than Tom Cruise in a pair of aviator glasses. Maybe I can be her Maverick. I don’t own a fighter jet but I can sure attempt to fold a paper airplane to look like one. Then l’ll give it to her as a present. I’ve heard it’s the thought that counts. And I think about her a lot.