He thought he had died and gone to heaven, he had waited for this
moment forever, planned it in detail, wine, scented candles, some
strawberries to go, sprinkled red rose petals on the massive bed, made
sure the silk sheets were matching the Duvet, purple mixed with a shade
of cream. Yes! he had remembered purple was her favorite colour and
purple was also romantic in itself, air freshened the room. He had gone
ahead and made dinner, some marinated chicken, salad. Everything had
been set. He was a man who paid attention to detail. The night had to be
perfect.....
It was summer and the weather was just perfect,
flowers had bloomed, their scent added magic to this already special
moment for him. The lighting in the house was a warm shade of orange,
dimmed to the low to allow the magic of the candles. “She looked just
perfect tonight”, he thought. Her skin glowed in the light of the
candle, it cast shades on her chocolate glow, her mouth was full and
perfect, pouty like it was begging him to kiss it and by heavens he
wanted to loose himself in the kiss, devour it till she begged him for
more, till it was swollen, but he was a patient man.
They ate
dinner, sat facing each other, some soft music was playing in the
background, some K-Ci & Jojo, she loved their music he had
remembered ( tell me its real, this feeling that I feel) were the words
floating in the air. Long stares, the air around them was electric. “Is
she feeling what am feeling this moment"? He wondered, his breathe
seemed to catch in his throat every time their eyes met, sent sparks
down his spine. Dinner over then some chocolate fudge for desert. A
toast for better tomorrows, their fingers touched and he would have
sworn time stood for the briefest of moments. She looked exquisite.
“May I have this dance? He asked, she turned around, smiled up at him,
he moaned. Her smile was sun kissed, beautiful, it had to be a dream,
because when she placed her hands on his, and started moving he melted
inside. His touch on her back was so gentle she could hardly feel him
but she still felt the heat travel all over her body, she wanted to cry
out to him, tell him she wanted him with everything she got but she
dared not talk for the fear of ruining this moment. They were lost in
the music, shoulder to shoulder, they danced. She smelled so good, her
scent was doing things to him he was talking in tongues. He had to kiss
her or he would go crazy with want. He lifted her face to his, searched
her eyes for signs, incase she wanted him to stop because perfection was
key. The look in her eyes had him breathless, and then he lowered his
head way too gently, touched his lips to hers.
Ecstasy is what
you could call it, pure ecstasy. The taste of her had him going to
heaven and back. It had him intoxicated, it was like a drug coursing
through his blood. She moaned, pure pleasure. He couldn't get enough of
her. It was like an angel had come down from heaven and kissed him
because nothing was close to what he was feeling, only things in heaven
could taste that good. Her lips were silken soft, her eyes were glazed
when he looked up and stared deep in them. He flamed her face with his
hands, beautiful face, smooth, God must have spent forever just molding
her because she was an epitome of perfection, a work of art. He kissed
her again didn’t want to rush, savoring the moment, learning the details
of her mouth, “Sweet Jesus this is how I want to die”! he was
thinking....
The birds were humming outside, the wind blew gently
on the window drapes, moonlight sent a glow to the room. He took a step
backwards, to look at her, to print the image of her in his memory
forever. She stood in front of him like a goddess; every detail of her
was exotic. How lucky could a man get? Its like time stood still, they
were lost to the rest of the world, just the two of them. They came
together again like some force was compelling them. They were on each
other with frenzy. They touched, they tasted, tongues implored,
searching. This was the work of magic, she must have cast a spell on
him, slipped a love portion on his drink because the more he tasted of
her, the more he wanted her. No this was an Angel kissing him.........
*Lynn Diaries*
