It was New Year's day, and the
sun was shining upon the
cityscape. The clouds were vagrant
white and pleasing. Down the street
past the flourishing shopping centers,
there were vibrant crowds of people
walking across the sparkling sidewalks.
It was Friday afternoon, and we were
sitting outside at an extravagant café.
You were dressed in your stylish
FashionNova and glittering high heel
boots. I was wearing my VanHeusen
button up shirt, brown khakis, and
dashing dress shoes.
Our bodies were in the perfect
synchronization, a graceful
posture full of desire and new
beginnings. I could see in your
sky bright eyes that you were
fascinated by my frame, the
movement of my lips as I
spoke such sweet words
to your astonishing beauty.
It was our first date, the start
of something spectacular that
would evolve into an exhilarating
and timeless chapter of our lives.
I watched your every motion, how
your flesh shined in the light, how
your world seemed to glisten like
the seas.
Every part of me was sinking inside
your nation, the razzle-dazzle and
beautiful blushes, the tender lips
and smooth thin hands, as I longed
to breathe in your exquisite fragrance.
The bossy earrings were gleaming in
sight. The long flowing hair was rising
gently in the wind. I wrote your amazing
poetry inside my mind, letting it's incredible
diction illuminate the inner realm of
my domain, let it open my world
to a glorious delight, as we engaged
with exciting conversations over
a glass of hot mocha and sensuous
thoughts.