Before My Big Mouth Got In The Way

Tonight, oh well

tonight was suppose to

be spectacular, a

romantic rendezvous with a

fancy dinner. A

small candle separating you

from me passing

flirtatious looks from our

opposite facing seats.

You sucking on delicious

strawberries dipped in

the most savory of white  

chocolate. The arousal

accenting the rose color

in my cheecks,

quickened beats of my chest

to the sound

of your sweet voice.

In my vision

of tonight of course

there would have

been dancing. That would

also entail envious stares

from the other couples.

Afterall, a love

this fine only comes

but once in

a lifetime. Sliding my

fingers from your

bare shoulders to each

curve of your

silky material. Pulling you

in closer to

feel your heart beat

in time with

the soft violinist in

the corner bleeding

out her favorite solo.

I would have  

loved to run my

fingers through your

long hair, whispering I

love you over

and over and over again.

The first full

September moon would have

lit up the sky.

Shining it's glorious light

on all this

love on this perfect

night.