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*
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