A Date To Remember.
A Date To Remember.
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Perhaps a horse drawn carriage,
a chocolate steed with an ivory mane
His big brown eyes reflecting thanks
as we hand feed him carrots.
A carriage with a fringed top
and plush oversized bench,
stocked with a large cooler
of white and red wines,
merlot, chardonnay, peach
cherry, and champagne.
Plus cheeses of provolone,
garlic, cheddar, mozerella,
gouda, pepperoni speckled
and bleu next to some
straw hats and a guitar.
Pulling up to your door
with that clippety-clop,
sound of yesterday
when romance was cherished,
and sweeping you
away from the doldrums
of modern life,
like a fair maiden of old.
Some Fabian style driver
to cart us along,
lest I fail to meet
your full expectations,
then at least you could fantasize,
but most likely you would be lost
in our sweet conversing between
sharing sips of wine and hand feeding
each other succulent cheeses.
Then off to a private beach,
secluded and pristine with
two striped cabanas for changing
into less clothing on
a warm summer day.
We would relax in the tropical sun,
with only the sound of the ocean
intermingled with our sighs,
in two lounge chairs side by side
holding hands and watching time go by.
Soon enough the urge would strike us
to race into the restless surf,
then I would grace your flesh
with a warm massage of sun oils
to protect your lovely complexion,
in a gentlemanly fashion,
and bid you to do my back,
before our refreshing dip.
Then off we would dash
splashing and giggling
like children in the salty froth,
wet bodies embracing
just long enough for a sampling
of how it would feel,
if fate chose to grant us romance.
After we had frolicked to exhaustion,
we would climb together on a raft for two,
and float on our backs side by side,
gazing up at the blue of the sky,
when we were not gazing
into each others eyes.
Later we would paddle back shore,
a team effort, to get us back to
the picnic basket on ice that awaited us.
There we would share King crab salads
abundant with the oceans bounty
and finger sandwiches of thin sliced
prime rib or turkey breast
with lettuce and tomato,
as well as two generous
covered dishes of chilled
crème brulee for our dessert.
sharing smiles between ravenous bites.
Then off for a long stroll down the beach,
hand in hand, collecting sea glass,
just enough to form a heart of
multi-colored gems that we would glue
onto a white square of cardboard,
a souvenir of our summer date.
As dusk set in and sunset dappled
our paradise with oranges and golds,
I would set a driftwood fire ablaze,
and we would enjoy it's heat,
roasting marshmallows, making smores,
and watching the day dissolve before us.
By firelight I would lift my guitar,
and compose love songs for you,
encompassing our day together,
with hopes for other days to come.
Then back to the carriage which
would arrive at 11:00 p.m.
for a starlit ride home,
with the fringe top removed,
so that we could enjoy
our Nyte ride together.
Soft murmured conversation,
accompanied by the gentle
jounce of wagon wheels,
and steaming mugs of cappucino,
till we reached your front door,
where we would tentatively
blend eager lips into
a short farewell kiss,
that would joyously become
a long timeless blending
of two lonely souls.
Pulling away only
with great regret,
gazing deep into
each others eyes
with somewhat sated eyes,
as I slip you another ticket
to your next date in the
paradise of each others arms,
an evening of theater and dancing
on the following weekend.
Then you'd promise your attendance,
giving me one more delicious peck
on my lips and vanishing to
many happy dreams
beyond your door.
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