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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