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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Dinner of a Lifetime
[time] => 2005-01-10 20:23:40
[hometext] => This is just a way I've pictured doing this... Not actually the way I intend to... You can comment if you want to, but I won't push it...
[bodytext] => I pull out her chair. She sits down slowly, Sliding her knees Under the table. I push her in gently, And sit down across The small checkered table. There's a short Italian Dancing between tables With a violin, Playing slow Romantic melodies. I gaze at her Over the candle. I tell her she looks great tonight. She blushes, and says "Thank you..." I swallow hard, And look deep into her eyes. I walk my hands slowly Across the tablecloth. I cup my hands over hers. I gently squeeze her left, And sweep my hand over her eyes, Instructing her to close them. I stand up and move Around behind her. I wrap m y arm around her shoulders Holding her warmly and lovingly. I reach into my pocket And withdraw the ring. I hold it over her plate, And whisper lovingly in her ear. I whisper to her to open her eyes After I swallow nervously. I sit in the chair Immediately next to her. I watch her eyes As they slowly make the journey From the ring to my fingers Up my arm and to my face. She stares deep into my eyes, And opens her mouth to answer. I blink, and rub the sleep out of my eyes. Why do dreams have to be so real? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 31 [informant] => sir_odd87 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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