The Happiest Day For Lovers

This should be the happiest day for lovers, when they are drawn to each other and their voices fall to whispers with soft music playing... in a room filled with roses and scented candles burning. My gaze falls on you, o darling of my intense desires, please, put on the sexiest nightgown and explore my fantasy; and what I confide in you is a true definition of what I see... I am romantic by nature, unraveling all my surprises. This should be the happiest day for lovers, for the ones who deserve to be remembered and loved; and to suppress happiness and laughter and expect no flowers... is an acceptable sign of unworthiness, of a regret foolishly sustained. Refuge in my sensational embrace, sheltering your grace, and this warmth can inflame you with unimaginable passion; while a surge of sensuality will arise with irrepressible elation.... my anxious arms will seek yours as you abandon yourself to my kiss. This should be the happiest days for lovers, slowly dancing under dimmed lights, reading thoughts before they are spoken...without falling to silence; responding to caress that lead to intimate moments. Be adventurous, experimental and irresistable; give into those feelings that rule the flow of emotions, have a notion of how you could be the most beautiful... as Venus who madly attracted those young, handsome gods. Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci