The Back Room

You pull me into the darkest part of the back room. My sight starts to go, as you grab my hand and lead me, as I follow, willingly. At first, I feel warm air, then cold. I know where you are taking me, and I like it. I know what your intentions are; I feel the vibe. You tell me to close my eyes; and once again, I feel warmth on my shoulders. I can feel a slight brightness, surrounding us. Your intentions are quite intense; I can sense them. You tell me to open my eyes. I'm surrounded by candles, lilacs and roses. I should have smelled them, as we entered the room. In the middle of this secluded room, I see a blanket with petals on it. A bottle of wine, soaking in ice. You let go of my hand and walk over to a stereo. The disk you throw on, are memories of us. The first song, is ours. You come back to me, put your arms around my neck, and we start to sway. You lean down and kiss me gently, on my lips. You bend down, and whisper something in my ear. I'm not quite sure I heard correctly, but I believe it was "I love you". I start to cry, and you tell me you saw this coming. After all, you know how emotional I can get. I start to feel weak in my knees, and you put your arms around my waist, pulling me closer. As the song starts to end, you walk me over to that blanket. On this night, I knew I never wanted to be with anyone else. I wanted to lose myself, in you; in this dark room. I could see myself in your sparkling eyes. And I knew right at that moment; this is it. This is where I want to be.