Candlelight shone on her smooth skin
enhancing the mystery that lay behind
her big brown eyes. A wry smile spoke louder
than any words. It said, “I would love some
pillow talk.“
I poured another glass of wine; she swished it
in her glass and sipped. Her long brown hair
sparkled in the candlelight. The soft white flesh
of her neck seem to be longing for a kiss.
She was a temptress if ever there was.
Unblemished smooth skin highlighted her
soft dimples. Her eyes had a come hither
look I could feel the passion welling inside.
She stopped then fumbled mechanically
through her purse. She pulled her Blackberry
out. Her fingers flashed on the keys. She
flashed a huge grin and pump her arm. She
said, “Boston is leading the Yanks three to
one.
