Wining and Dining My Love!

True love!

Wining and Dining My Love!

 

 

     Everything is set; I'd cooked a fancy meal, turned the lights down low; stopped earlier and picked out flowers, and not just any flowers, a dozen red roses; romantic music was playing softly in the background; and I'd picked out a card that said perfectly the way I felt.  It was our anniversary; 10 years since I'd finally worked up the courage to ask her to move in with me. 

 

 

     It had been exactly 10 years since I'd first laid eyes on her, seeming to glow with a halo of perfection surrounding her, and that body; oh that body!  I still get chills when I run my hand across her curves.  She may be a little on the quiet side, but just being able to hold her and love her is more than enough.  I can't explain how she makes me feel, powerful and masculine; she doesn't have to say anything, just her presence makes me feel safe and secure and I guess you could say she completes me. 

 

 

     She's sitting across from me, and the light from the flickering candle dances magically off her naked body.  When I see her like this, it makes me want to do things to her, and it's all I can do to control myself.  I look deep at her, looking back at me, and say,

 

     "I was thinking maybe tomorrow you and I might get some malt liquor and drive out to the abandoned rock quarry and fire off a few rounds; just you and me.  What do you say?"

 

     She stayed silent, but I swear she whispered 'yes my love'; but then I can't be sure; I can't hear very well because my heart is pounding madly.  She has that affect on me; I can no longer think rationally.  I would do anything for her, my sweet Wesonia!  She has royal oil pumping through her veins; if she had any veins; she comes from a rich, successful, and powerful family with a lineage that stretches back to the American Revolution and beyond.  Not her family in particular, but others, her brothers in arms if you will.  Men fought and died so that she could lay on the table across from me; the beams of light gleaming off her naked body so seductively. 

 

 

     Now we're in bed, and I'll let her sleep under my pillow, so safe and warm; giving me peace of mind with the nearness of her body, knowing that should some drug-addicted scumbag come through my bedroom window, I can simply whip her out and blow that f****r away.  That her shattering bark will be the last thing that b*****d ever hears; sort of a serenade to send him on his way to Hell!  With much peace of mind I pat her snub-nosed perfection, and whisper,

 

     "Sleep now, my love; we've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow," and I think of the card I'd given her.  It said,

 

     "How much do I love thee?  Let me just say I'd rather spend one day with you than eternity watching pro wrestling on T.V." 

 

 

     It isn't long before I smile a contented smile, pat her on her beautiful stock, and feel myself drifting off to sleep, with sweet Wesonia watching out for me and wrapping me in the gossamer wings of the angels!

 

 

The End

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