Moonlight and Roses

“I have loved you from afar for a while now and I came here to tell you so. The time is right tonight, please let me prove it to you. Let me make sweet beautiful love to you.”

I gasp, I am so overwhelmed by this self admittance of inborn passion. It seems so surreal, only usually read about in romance novels.

I look up at you and dive into the deep pools of love light in your eyes as I hold my hands out to you, but you shake your head and, upon standing you lean and sweep me off my feet lifting me up and I put my arms round your strong neck.

“Come, my sweet, let me take you to the moon!”

You carry me to your car and after making sure I am safe in the passenger seat you settle in the driver’s seat then you take me across town to your apartment. Ordinarily I would be very wary but something inside me told me there was nothing to fear, I am a huge believer in a ‘Woman’s Intuition!’

You carry me inside. I glance around and am impressed at how tastefully everywhere is furnished, and how neat and tidy everywhere is.

You take me right through to your bedroom, all furnished in white with a vase of red roses by your bed. You lay me down gently upon the soft white downy quilt so comfortable to lie on, that adorns your bed and lean and kiss me gently on my forehead.

Then you lie down beside me but make no attempt to remove any part of my clothing for that would be too crass.

You turn to me leaning on one elbow, smiling as you gently run feather-like touches along my cheek, then extending those touches along my neck and down the side of my body you watch with interest as the expressions alter in my face, the way I bite my lip and almost contort as my body begins to writhe with the exhilaration of your touches.

“You are so beautiful,” you say, “a lady who should be treated with every respect possible. I have loved you for so long, longer than you will ever know!”

I can’t believe what I hear and my response is to kiss you tenderly on the lips.

Then once again we hold each other close, bodies touching, hearts pounding, legs entwined as we display our ever increasing heartfelt feelings with ardent kisses.

Then you reach and extract a rose from the vase, and you stroke my hair and face gently with it. The aroma is so sweet, and you look at me as you say;

“This rose is so beautiful, so sweet smelling, but it is nothing compared to you my love.”

You gently trail the rose around my body, this way and that, till my body is so hot I have to remove my dress. You help me take it over my head, but such is my excitement now I fling it across the room where it lands on a chair in a heap.

“Oh my but you are so beautiful,” you say as you let your eyes feast upon my creamy white flesh and how it fills my pink silk underwear.

You watch the way my red ruby like nipples push forth, trying to create an escape route through my bra for my voluptuous breasts

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