Butterflies 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....
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