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A Date To Remember.

Updated on August 13, 2022
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Artist, actor, poet, teacher, songwriter & actor with 4,000 poems & almost 1,000 songs written, performed recorded & published on line.

There is nothing like a romantic getaway

If one carefully plans out the perfect date for a new aqquaintance then one is almost guaranteed that she will become more than just an aqquaintance.

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 as

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 night 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 smiles

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.

© 2009 Matthew Frederick Blowers III


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