It is a warm summer evening...warm, with a gentle breeze stirring through the trees. It is nearing sunset, and you have driven up to spend the night. I have found someone to camp out at my place. My babies are tucked away safely for the night. I take a shower to relax me, soaping down every luscious curve, lathering the luxurious tresses of my hair, then breathing slowly, deeply, as the warm water gently caresses all the suds down my body...
I finish my shower, towel off, and smooth my vanilla lotion all over my body. With my sensitive fingertips, I dab perfume behind my ears, at the base of my throat, between my breasts, as I dream of what this night will bring...I brush through my wet hair, then shake it, so that as it dries it will make the sensual waves and curls that you just ache to touch. I dress with care giving attention to every detail. I'm wearing a loose, flowing dress silky to the touch, lilac colored, light as a feather...
I have planned a picnic in the park, which is very large, with plenty of grass, out in the big wide open...I have packed a macaroni and shrimp salad. Shrimp is not only pink (the color of love) but it also makes me HORNY. I have also packed fresh strawberries (still wet from when I washed them) and chocolate sauce (for dipping) and spring water....Strawberries are red (the color of passion) I'm bringing a deep purple velvet bedspread--velvet is sensual and deep purple is passionate and sexy. You carry the food and I carry the spread as we stroll to the park, the sun sinking lower in the sky.
We walk far out in the park away from houses (and prying eyes). All people have gone home for supper, to the movies, to anywhere, but where we are...We are blissfully alone, with the rustling of the trees, the chirping of the birds and the soft bubbling of the river as our symphony. I lay out the bedspread, you set down the basket of food and I put it forth on plates, saving the strawberries and chocolate for the delicious last...
We make ourselves comfortable on the luscious softness the spread and begin enjoying the food. We look out toward the setting sun, preparing to bed down in the surrounding trees as it turns the wispy clouds pink, then red...I look around and see the full moon rising on the other side of the park, slowly brightening as its daytime counterpart retires. I smile a secret smile, knowing that with the food we're eating, the place , the velvet and the magical mystery of the glowing orb, that this night will be an experience that will live on in our memories as being the most magical, the most mystical...