There it sat the bottle of Merlot. Placed perfectly between the candles on the table. The glistening white table cloth is in stark contrast to the red candlesticks. Across the table is a fair hazel eyed beauty with rosy cheeks and eyes that are twinkling with laughter after she has had a few sips of the Merlot. What she is laughing at the world may not know, but she does. She is happy. Happier than she has been in quite some time as she stares at me taking in the beauty that is before her. This makes her laughter bubble up even more. She winks and takes some more sips of her drink.
She is almost finished with her plate of delicious spaghetti. Made perfectly in the kitchen by the chef sitting in front of her. I am delighted by her love of food and Merlot, but sadly the night is coming to an end as she drinks the last of her drink and delicately dabs at her lips with a napkin. I can see she is intrigued and will be back for more dates.
With this being our first date I am hoping for a kiss, but do not want to rush her. She stands up in her elegant dress that hugs her perfectly in a teal green shade that compliments her fair skin and takes my sides into her hands and kisses the cold metal surface where her lips meet the lips of her reflection. So much affection was met in that kiss that I know she will have another date with me. She knows she will always be perfect to me no matter what she may think about herself. I will gladly remind her of that daily but for now she puts me back on the wall and cleans me up until our next date. We are her favorites of that I am sure me and the bottle of Merlot.
