I saw her from across the room. She was perfection. Studying her grace, elegance and beauty, I wanted her. Badly. I didn’t care if she was alone and I didn’t care that others wanted her; she would be mine. Mine to ravish.
I reached her side as she quietly sat there, in the coolness of the morning. She was covered in goose bumps as if she were shivering; as if she knew she was out of place. I knew I could help her…I knew I could make her feel more comfortable in her own skin. Most of all, I knew she and I were meant to be together. It was kismet.
She looked so vulnerable. So innocent and pure. If we were to be together, I just knew this would be her first time; she had an air about her that she’d never been touched in the way we would. What she would never know, is that it would also be my first time. My first time, ever … with a chick like her. There were no words to describe my anticipation; I was trembling as much as she seemed to be.
We had yet to meet. That’s the only thing standing in our way. Softly, I leaned over and whispered…”Darlin’, tonight, you look prettier than a gob of butter melting on a stack of hot pancakes. Can I take you home and get you outta this outfit?”
And so we did. Just like removing a sweater or a tight skirt, we dillied all morning…
We dallied all afternoon…
And we continued into the night. It was a cool evening and emotions were high…passion was tactile.
Against all mores and common wisdom, we were determined to finish what we had started so many hours earlier…
Eventually, we were sated … satisfied with what we had accomplished …
We both knew we’d succeeded in doing something magical; we were complete.
(This makes a lot)
1 15-oz can apricots, drained
1/2 c. apple cider vinegar
1 t. agave nectar
1 T. dijon mustard
1 t. salt
1/2 t. pepper
Toss all ingredients in a blender and blend until completely combined. Dress your salad to taste.
In the end, Lady Galantine and I realized we would hold each other dear and tightly in our hearts, but we could never make lives together…our love and passion is too intense to last forever. We shall meet again…maybe Paris??