"Check Please..."

The candle on the table flickers in time with the soft music.
The sweat on our ice glasses runs the a race to the stem.
The silverware in my hand glints like diamonds as I stare into your deep brown eyes..
I lift my hand and hover the knife there, above the floor, a wicked smile slipping over my rouged lips.
Releasing the utensil, I push my chair back slightly.
Thankfully the carpet of this fine establishment silences it's landing below.
Reaching for my wine glass now I uncross my legs.
The green silk of my skirt flutters gently back to expose my creamy white thighs, void of fabric now.
Your eyes filled with more then the carpets design as you kneel to retrieve my knife.
Glimpses of naked pink petals greet your eyes as the waiter appears with our dessert.

"I see dessert..", you speak softly, your eyes locked on the now glistening petals.

"Check please...."

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