A table for two.

This poem is a light side of romance and ends in a complete forgetfulness when love is in the air.

                                                        A table for two

As i lay the table for two with care having a candle 

light dinner with him brings a rush to my blood

i walk towards my wardrobe and choose a Black

dress of chiffon with a low neckline to expose

all the contours of my slim body, standing in front

of the mirror now, i loosely tie my silky black hair

in a bun ready to apply a dull maroon lipstick to 

my full lustrous lips, i start to wear my only possession of Diamond studs, keeping my neckbare 

i give final touches

to myself. The room is dark where i have set the table for two

i can barely walk in my matching Black high heeled coat shoes 

as an after thought i remember to wear "POISON" on myself 

which shows a neon sign on me now "DRESSED TO KILL"

Then i wait for him anxiously walking up and down the living

room,  where in the corner the table is set for two i re-arrange 

the cutlery, fold my favorite powder pink napkins and fiddle 

with the  candle in the glass candle bra

situated in the center of the round table set for two

then i glance on my wrist watch anxious to see him

after all these years, will he come ? has he forgotten?

while i am busy assuming i hear the door bell. I stumble

on the way but manage to open the door, we greet each other

nicely and i shut the door behind me, while he is staring at me

his rugged look, his casual dressing makes my heart miss a beat

i try to run in the kitchen when he gets hold of my arm 

and 

hugs me his cologne makes my head spin, my throat gets dry 

but he leads me to the table for two where we sit opposite each other not saying a word he pours chilled champaign in the glasses  and while drinking 

our eyes our locked

after his second pack he gets up to take my hand and makes

me stand up too, and then putting his arms around my back

he kisses me deeply, while doing so he pulls open my  hair 

loose, rubs his hands on my hips, and my back when finally 

we break the kiss he aims for my bare neck and bites 

on it hungrily, now our breaths are hot and rapid, we 

make out on the floor like never before , in the 

morning i wake up in his arms still lying on the cold marble floor

remembering " Oh Gosh ! i had set the table for two."

and i lift my head up to see the candle still half burning

just like the candle of our passion still half burning 

craving for each other, still not bothered for the table 

    

                                    set for two.

    

Author's Note

I strongly believe that when true lovers get together they forget the world.
Do you agree?

Reviews

[Ruth]

Very much so love! When two people are connected tghrough love, the world dissolves! Excellent piece, in awe! The detail is perfect! xx

[Steve]

I very much agree.....this was very nice!! I like that they allowed their passions to go to a great level and didnt allow a marble floor to stop them!

[Sweets]

This is very creative!
You described everything in a great way!
Great write!!
100/100

[Nothing Personal]

I do. I did this. I mean she set it for me.. Let's not get into the details. Wonderfully spelt poem..yah spelt..every word speaks of the untamed passion she has for him and when desires are set free with champagne and burning candles, something's gotta go real wild. I like this work. Well done !!

[Sarusai Hiryu]

Goodness knows ... but right after reading your poem no one could really argue.
It is sweeping, almost flood-like ...

[Cynthia]

Of course I agree with you, love makes people forget about everything ( stress, people...) around them, love is so magical!
I love your poem really much with so much details and its like projecting a movie in my head... how romantic it is! And all those scenes, just keep pouring sweetness, and keeps going until the end while its still twirling in our head!

Its a very romantic and beautiful write over all, and I love it really much! Also, the ending of this poem is a powerful one, it gets reader back to the scenes and started to remember them...

[Matt Shriver]

Love this piece. It was so well written. Very descriptive and very beautiful. I really enjoyed reading it. Well done.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

I loved this! The scence played out in my head, my throat got dry as I read! So romantic and plain out beautiful!

[Jibey]

How well you created the scene, little by little building up the excitement and expectation... titivating ours senses with phrases like 'the countours of my slim body', 'my full lustrous lips'... Then his rugged look and instant physical contact, followed by the heady champagne... and his hands rubbing your hips, his biting your bare neck... Our imaginations are thoroughly engaged as we think of his physical arousal, the hot rapid breathing, the urgent grappling with clothing and the 'making out' on the marble floor, made damp from the flow of passion and the release of inner cravings...

No wonder you chose such a hot colour for your font... No wonder the romantic evening was lost in the flood of desire...

Hot, hot, beautiful writing