Oh good, you’re

ready for more.

 

 

We’re laughing in the dark, the moonlight peaking between the trees lighting our path. The water stretches before us, the gentle lap of the waves beckoning us to jump in. A moment like this calls for champagne, the cork pops like a firework—time to celebrate. You offer me the first sip right from the bottle; how’d you know kindness is my love language? The bubbles are bright on my tongue, matching my smile, carefree and effervescent.

 

It’s probably here, now, that you take in the fullness of my lips, how they are perfectly shaped and ready to be kissed. The way I can be demure, even in situations like this. But still, that glint of mischief shines as bright as the moon. Who needs clothes? Coming off in layers you see how I’m adorned in colorful little stories, which we’ll have plenty of time to recount in our journey together. The slinky dress I wore at dinner is a puddle at my feet, the subtle curves of my petite frame, sun-kissed from my last adventure, drenched in moonglow, soft in all the right places, begging to be touched.

 

But not before a little dip, won’t you join me?