"OK, you ready?" I ask as I position you so that you're facing towards part of my surprise.
"Ready."
I remove your blindfold and await your reaction.
You blink at the light a couple times, then realize you're standing on a beach staring out towards a very colorful sunset. "Wow, Em, it's beautiful."
"Hmmm, not as beautiful as you." I wrap my arms around your waist from behind as you turn your head and our lips meet. I close my eyes and savor the taste and feel of your lips massaging mine. "Come on." I take your hand and lead you over to a blanket, low wooden table draped in a small, rose patterned table cloth, and a picnic basket that I have set up a couple feet away. Already, two candles are set in the center of the table, their flames flickering in the cool, gentle breeze. Next to them is a portable radio and an ice bucket containing a bottle of champagne. "This is a private beach a friend of mine owns," I explain as we sit down next to each other on the blanket, "While he's away on vacation he said I could use it. There's nobody around for miles except you and me." I wink and pull out the champagne bottle, and two glasses from the basket.
The sound of water gently lapping at the sand, crickets, and Seagulls calling in the distance are the only sounds.
Pouring the champagne, I look out into the sunset and inhale the scent of your perfume mixed with the fresh ocean air. The temperature is just right, the ocean is calm, the sky is clear, except for a few small clouds towards the sun that are lit up in a rainbow of colors, and I've got the worlds' most beautiful girl right next to me. This evening is perfect. But not even the beauty of the sunset can compare to the sparkle in your eyes as I hand you your champagne.
"Em, you're the most wonderful girlfriend in the world. This is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me." Leaning forward, you kiss my lips again. I want the kiss to go on forever, but you pull away smiling, and take a sip of your champagne.
I, too, take a sip of champagne and sit my glass on the table. Pushing the play button on the radio, soft romantic music starts to flow from the speakers. I pull out some of your favorite sandwiches and chips from the picnic basket and set them on the table in front of us. Neither one of us says much as we enjoy our meal, watching the sun as it slowly sinks beyond the horizon. By the time we finish our dinner and 2nd glass of champagne, only a small fraction of the sun is still peeking above the water.
"It's so nice out here. I wish this night could never end.." You say.
Looking up, there's already a star overpowering the last of the suns rays and shining down on us. "Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight; I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight. Hmmm," Pondering over what I could wish for, I glance to my right, over at you. Dressed in shorts and a tank top, I watch you lean back on the blanket and prop yourself up with your elbows. Your beauty nearly causes me to forget to breath. "I guess there's really nothing left for me to wish for now that I have you. You're everything I could ever ask for and more."
I reach back into the picnic basket and pull out some fresh, ripe strawberries and a small container of whip cream. "Ready for dessert?" I grin and lean back on my right elbow so I'm facing you, placing the bowl of strawberries between us, and holding the whip cream with my right hand. I remove the lid and pick out the biggest, ripest strawberry I can find. You giggle as I dip it into the whip cream then slowly move it towards your lips. As you take a bite out of it, I "accidentally" smear a little whip cream on your lips, giving you a cream mustache. "Oops. Here, let me get that for you." I lean over and kiss you, gently trailing my tongue over your upper lip tasting the strawberry and cream. "Mmm, my favorite dessert." I say smiling.
After taking turns feeding each other strawberries, and moving the containers out of the way, we lay back on the blanket. You rest your head on my chest and I hold you close in my arms. The sun is now completely set, and for a few minutes we are silent, staring up at the stars and full moon. "There goes a meteor!" You quickly point to a shooting star with a long greenish tail.