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Candlelit DinnerButterflies dance in my stomach, awaiting your arrival. The faint scent of perfume gently wafts through the air, infusing a romantic energy to the room. Flickering candles delicately throw beams of light onto the walls, as if angels were performing their love dance on the fresh paint. Stuffed Cornish hens brown to perfection in the oven. The seductive stage is set for your imminent arrival. My heart pounds wildly, as I accept graciously the chocolates and fragrant red roses. My nerves melt away as dinner becomes a lovely mix of playful flirtation and verbal exchange. Your penetrating eyes speak to me as I watch the linen napkin wipe the remains of our sumptuous feast from your luscious lips. I finally translate your unspoken words and happily realize what you see when you look at me.... Dessert!!! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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