Old Fashioned Date Night

Tonight will be different, we will be different
I muse to myself while you sit on the couch, hypnotized, DWTS
 
So, silently I make the preparations, set the stage
Amused at how you remain so oblivious to it all
 
Shades drawn, lamp turned off, a scented candle lit
Transforming the room to a parlor of romance for two
 
Nestling in beside you, I pull you close, your head rests back against my chest
Wrapping my arms around you, reminding you and me that you're mine
 
My kisses are subtle, dare I say stealth, beginning with one on the top of your head
I smell your hair, traces of your shampoo, lingering of your perfume that you wear just for me
 
The tables turn when I gently run my fingers thru your hair
I feel your breathing relax, begin focusing on the moment
 
"That feels nice" you say, half sigh, half whisper, my cue
Shifting you slightly, I brush your hair out of your face
 
Then I launch my secret weapon, the five second stare, just long enough
Looking deep into your eyes, beyond my reflection, to the beauty of your soul
 
So caught up in this all, I don't even notice, the TV goes dark
Your hands cradle my face, eyes still locked, you lean in for the kiss
 
It isn't hurried, or frantic, nor routine or perfunctory
Rather, it is loving and loved filled, tender yet bold
 
And there it is, an old fashioned date night, so nostaglic
Two lovers, eternally young, making out on the couch
 
With passion ignited, there isn't a need for anything more
Almost magical, our kissing is just enough, so satisfying