Fragrance Of Wine
The Fragrance Of Wine.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
It was the first time in my life I had ever had the pleasure of riding on a train to just any city just anywhere.
I was twenty eight years old, and reasonably well dressed, and to be quite honest I felt I had my attributes when it came to looks. A few ladies turned their eyes my way when they saw me. I have always been shy around women, because I am not a good ice breaker. There was something about beautiful women that would stir desires in my nature to a passion therefore compelling me to be a little speechless to some degree.
My oh my I was always thinking of the sweet tasting lips of a passionate woman. It was just a part of me that silently , secretly awaited a fiery frenzy of hidden desires.
I should not be saying these things, but a man has a right to feel like a man so I took my seat when a brown haired girl with a small apron, and a great big smile stooped down a little to ask me if I was O.K , and if I would be interested in ordering something for the evening.
I did not know where I was really going. I saved for the occasion as a treat. I was thinking about passing by mom , and dad. My work in an office environment always demanded that I try my best too think of new twists, or the perfect commercial in order for us to move products along efficiently.
The soft brown eyed, brown haired young lady slightly revealed the exact proportions of her upper chest when she reached around me for a moment to pick up a forgotten item that a previous passenger had left behind. I experienced a passing fragrance of some unknown but interesting perfume that kind of caused a slight increase in my heart for a few brief seconds. For a moment I felt lost in the warmth of her touch that had not yet even existed in dreamy reality yet.
I had a bad case of it alright. It must have been that time of the year when God sets his sights on romancing beginners that are in a quest for love , but do not truly realize it just yet until it stares them in the face. For some uncanny reason there was an attraction I experienced , and so I definitely placed an order. I also noticed there were no rings on her fingers so maybe she was fair game.
I made my order all right, and gee I got her name too, thanks to the courtesy of train commercialism , and mechanics.
Ann, what a nice soft , and gentle common name. She would be bringing me a slightly char broiled steak with a fine evening glass of wine, but it was only when I needed to be directed to the gentleman's quarters that we were inclined to touch one another because of the limited dimensions regarding the versatility of the path to those quarters. I experienced a passing sensation of her soft brown hair, and a slight bit of discomfort in my stomach, and then she brushed herself casually against me, and then I knew she liked me, as much as I liked her.
Maybe it was fate , because somehow I managed to get her phone number. Maybe it was my expensive aftershave that my pal Jack had gave me one Christmas. He kept telling me that I worked to hard, and that I needed some R & R. He told me that I needed to escape the books , and all the hoopla of business mechanics.
Ann was very beautiful, or maybe my heart, and mind just believed that because maybe God was just pushing our buttons, so it was during and evening with her at a lovely restaurant that our eyes met with intensity at a dinner table.
Call it perfect harmony. Call it perfect love. Call it whatever you wish , but she touched my hand, and that compelled me to kiss her in only a second, right then and there.
Then we somehow knew we were meant to be with each other as though it was magic, or something crazy in the air that guided us on another path down the sidewalk, and under the lazy oak trees that shadowed the evening even further.
We kissed again, but this time I held her close, so close that I could since her heart just pounding away as my heart tingled with a nervous feeling , and with deep emotions we knew love was meant for us. It was like we knew each other from that moment on, as if we were together in a love that was so new to me, yet somehow and old friendly companion for our destiny.
Obviously we truly, and dearly fell in love, and to make a long story shorter we got married in a very beautiful wedding. She wore the most fantastic wedding dress, and I was so proud to hold her hand as we shared our vows of love with God .
I am so old now. Ann died a year ago. We were married nearly fifty years. Every day of our lives was like a God given dream come true.
The doctors tell me that I do not have long to live, and I am very grateful for that good news because I truly, and most dearly desire to be near my Ann, and to somehow meet up with her in an ever lasting eternity. I am sure our grown children will understand their father's quest .
God Bless Everyone on this God Given Sunday.