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By Galadrial Date: 2005 Mar 24 Comment on this Work [[2005.03.24.08.26.10847]] |
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Funky chic cafe, dazzling white linen to impressionist groove, the victuals to die for, the decor eclectic wow, sharing the bench by the wall on piles of velvet cushions, the sultan and his favorite. He makes the casual look sharp, and she had let her hair down, betraying hints of grace in butterflied fingers he simply must touch. Eyes over the candle glow, can she even touch a bite, tiny sips of water from baccarat and he holds her look, catches her hand and while smiling conversation lays a caress to the palm that turns the gray eyes charcoal black with need. Food becomes foreplay, and she darts her eyes away, surely unseemly this flush of want pinking her to beauty in low light? But faint heart never won more than an absent smile so she give him the last veil, smiles into his face and adds the what are you waiting for look, that despoils a perfect balsamic reduction, lays waste to the dessert tray, and makes the calm facade of dinner into something of steaming splendor taken by two slow dancing in the garden at Cafe Matisse. |