Almost Perfect

I have laid the blanket, wrinkle free, with a basket prepared for two. An afternoon sun casting shadows helps to set the scene, complete. She arrives. We sit. We talk. We dream and exchange a kiss, but stop. Slowly! We have the day! Gazing upon her beauty I see nothing else. She, she refuses to turn away. Amazement! Because of my romance she gazes back and sees nothing else. I wish to feed her appetite and desires. I pull the cork from a bottle and pour two glasses of the nectar of love. She sips, with sultry lips, divine, she swallows. It is time to eat. I reach into the basket and take the berries to feed her. Her mouth opens and eyes close in anticipation, but it must end. Those damn ants!