She stares out the window of her car at the city around her. She sees it filled with red balloons, chocolate boxes, jewelry glittering in all the windows. She watches as bouquet after bouquet gets sent out of flower shops. She watches as lovers unite and giggle at each other on the street. Banners of affections displayed for all to see.
She sighs deeply as she thinks about the day, one of her favorite days of the year. Valentine's day! It's a day to for people to express their love, desire and passion for one another. A day that is often mislead as a day of flowers, jewelry and red things. Nevertheless, she knows what she wants, and the trinkets of affection as all in good fun, but her idea for Valentine's Day is so much more.
As she pulls up to her house, she fills the counters of her kitchen with bags of groceries. She starts in with the traditional Valentine's Day tasks. She begins to cook a dinner for two, filling her house with rich aromas of fresh herbs and spices. She is ready for the evening but decides to change into something more comfortable and a lot less. Something in red, it is Valentine's Day after all.
She comes back to the kitchen and sees her masterpiece coming to a finish, so she finishes up around the house. Lighting candles in the hallway of her foyer and leading down to the dining room. Candles staggered around the table and cabinets. She places a fresh bouquet of flowers in the center of the table giving off a fresh floral scent to the room. She turns on soft music, to play in the background.
The doorbell rings and excitement bursts through her chest as she makes her way to the door. She presses her clothes against her body, smoothing out any wrinkles, messes with her hair, straightens up and takes a deep breath in as she opens the door slowly and calmly. Smiling she looks at him standing tall and masculine in front of her. His eyes catching hers instantly, making her breath pick up instantly at the site of his deep beautiful blue eyes. He steps forward gently sliding his hands around her waist, leans towards her, kissing her softly on the cheek, his eyes never leaving hers.
As he steps back, he looks at her as if for the first time. Her hair is long brown and shiny. It dances gently around her as she moves. She has light brown eyes that are glistening against the flickering light. He notices her lips, full and plump, soft and kissable. He wants to touch them with his, but he resists. He breathes in the scent of her favorite perfume, inhaling Chanel deep inside his lungs. He moves his eyes down around her body. He enjoys staring at the bold red satin hugging her curves. The sleeveless dress has a sweetheart cut around her breasts, showing just enough for him to crave more. The fabric forms around her waist, showing the little that is there as it bumps outward at her hips and curving around her backside. The dress ends right before her knees. As his eyes glide across the smooth skin of her legs to her heals, he looks back up before she can realize that he was caressing every inch of her with his eyes.