The Person I Loved

Dinner Under the Moonlight

The sun slowly rises above the horizon. The songbirds awaken and serenade the morning sky as its lavender hue transitions to a periwinkle blue. The smell of fresh dew and newly cut grass fills the air. As the minutes tick by the sun shows its lovely face. A feeling of warm embrace is present as the sun's rays strike the earth. While the newly sprung lilacs, roses, sunflowers, daffodils, and violets open their delicate petals, the creatures of the night curl up in their humble abodes. Warm air sweeps through the troposphere and caresses the earth's surface. It is finally Spring.

I awake to the smells of freshly picked virgin spring flowers, and homemade pancakes with maple syrup. Sitting up in my warm queen sized bed, my room door swings open. Angelina, my loving girlfriend enters the room. In her hands is an old wooden tray with twine bindings. On the tray is a white plate that holds freshly made pancakes. A tall glass of chilled mango juice and a slender vase that holds the richest red roses ever imagined sits at opposite corners of the tray. Handing me the tray Angelina makes her way around to the other side of the bed and as she climbs into bed she flashes me a devilish smile.

The day goes by swimmingly. It is peaceful, no interruptions for the majority of the time. I stay curled up in bed with my beautiful Angelina. We watch television and eat sweets.

Everything will change tonight. Tonight will be a night of enchantment. As the sun disappears from the sky it leaves a golden and mulberry violet trail along the vast horizon. Deep blue sets in as the Nautical Twilight transition to Nautical Dusk. The scene is set by the twinkling night stars and the blinking fireflies. The dark sky above our destination is perfect for the mood.

A single round table with white cotton cloth and two chairs sit underneath an old Cherry Blossom Tree. On the table is a China set with a vase filled with a bouquet of roses. Red, white and pink satin ribbons accent the Cherry Blossom Tree. Pink petals line the ground beneath the table and chairs.

I lead my sweet Angelina to our destination, and sit her in her seat. I serenade her with the tones of my voice as Cherry Blossom leaves fall from above and fireflies light up her gorgeous face. I cannot think of a better way to spend the night than with my beautiful girlfriend. The chilly Spring breeze blows her hair onto her rosy cheeks; I can't help but smile as she sweeps it back into place.

As we wrap up dinner we finish off with dessert, a red velvet cake coated with chocolate icing, and topped with silver dusted edible pearls. Angelina is my queen and she deserves the best and I will give the world to her.

After our delectable dessert I slowly walk Angelina against the gentle Spring night breeze. As the shimmering moonlight twinkles in her big beautiful eyes I lead her over to the gazebo. The gazebo sits down by the lake. The glistening night lake is the perfect backdrop for the white stained oak wood with pink wire coated lights that shine gold.

Beneath the canopy we stand face to face. Slow soft melodies play as I grab the sides of Angelina's soft face. I look her in her eyes and profess my love to her. I move my hands down her body ever so slowly until I reach her waist. I pull her close and hold her tight as I kiss her soft wet plump pink lips. Her warm delicate hand cups my jawline as her tiny fingers stroke my cold ears. Chills go down my body but I like it. The world seems to stop spinning as we embrace each other's love.

I hold Angelina in a cradle hold as I sweep her off her feet. She looks into my eyes as I make my way to the lake. A small docked hard wood boat rests on the waters. It reflects a honey mustard yellow hue from the moonlight and the lake it floats on. As we glide on the night lake the water illuminates, not from the moon's light but from the glowing creatures in the lake's water. They shine a florescent blue hue. She leans down and runs her fingers through the refreshing glowing blue water.

The night is going smoothly, but it is going to take a new pace. On our way back Angelina lies nestled up in my arms. Her weary eyes peer up at me lustfully; they twinkle like a million tiny stars in the darkest of skies. Carrying Angelina up the front path to the house the night lamps light the way ahead of us. It's like a scene straight out of a movie.

Inside the bedroom the energy intensifies. I lay Angelina on the center of the bed. She groans as she moves her weary body. I walk out of the room to freshen up, and to my surprise Angelina is in a magenta lace lingerie when I return to the bedroom and she slowly struts towards me. As she gets within arm's reach she gets on her tippy toes and leans in for a kiss. I don't resist; I can't resist.

The blissful merriments begin as Angelina leads me to the bed. She seats me and start to nibble and kiss on my neck. In the excitement of the moment I lie back until my back is completely on the soft bed surface. We go into a tumble and I end up on top of her. I sensually start undressing Angelina from her sexy lingerie, I know something sexier will be just beneath the lace indulgence. The smell of her sweet perfume lingers on her lingerie. My kisses go down her voluptuous body, chills travel my kisses.

I kiss the south and Angelina surrenders herself to me. I am in control and I pleasure her the best I can. My hands make their way to her waist and I gently stroke up and down her curves. Angelina lets out a soft moan. I move up her body taking the path as before. I nibble Angelina's smooth skin as she squirms from the feeling. I proceed to suck on her plump breasts. We carry on with our desire driven fornication.

Moans and earth shattering screams fill the atmosphere of our space. As the night progresses the passion increases. A night of praise underneath the shining stars turns to a night of intense passion and lust.

Relentless love carries into the peak of dawn. Angelina and I wisp away into our weary minds as we hold each other and the gleams of sunlight peek through the thin flowie curtains like sun nymphs dancing on the wooden floor. A candle on the windowsill burns as the energy of earthly bliss wears low.

Our affairs of love is envied by all and unmatched by any. We feast on love and drink the feelings of lust. Even if it's just for a night we might.