Saturday, June 27, 2009

I want to cry. Every time I think about a romantic date. A fine dining michelin starred restaurant situated in a beautiful countryside that stretches to the horizon unspoiled by man. French-windowed views of the outside make u feel you're dining al fresco. Not looking anywhere else but of the figure right in front of you.

Just her, just that face. Only her are you to look at. The yellow lights put way down low. She sees you in the glow. In your dark blue shirt with subtle burgundy lines. Pin striped blazer accentuating the shoulders. She just feels dazed staring at them. Pants up tight with a dark brown braun belt and fabulous matching Italian leather Armanis.

Her in her savvy dress with a sash so tight her figure blew you off your seat. The hourglass couldn't even reach. The length of the bottom dress was 3 inches above the knee cap. Your legs are like two polished legs from a chippendales that had just been smoothed out. Accentuated to drop dead orgasm by the manolo blahniks which gently hung off her feet. How you wanted to suck them. She smells natural like lavender in potpourri. The neck line of her dress dropped halfway through her cleavage. The flowery embroidery pattern on the dress makes you smile and not regret the price you paid for it. It elicited the full attention of the hazel pupils which she was gazing into right now. Her creamy scarf suited your eyes and reflected them like glass.

Seated, you both gaze ridiculously in love with each other. Nothing could be heard but the soft bossa nova instrumentals streaming in the room from the live band of four. A singer's voice who's vibrated vocals strummed the ears of both - the couple. Both of them have been fooled by their own thoughts. Cupid has done his job dearly. Who could never fall in love with cupid I wonder so much.

The night ended as soon as they were breathing hard, gasping for fresh air. I could never imagine what kind of sulking all of them were to visit in their minds and thoughts. The soul has never been too satisfied with anything more than what the night has brought them.

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