The hint of a smile… The locking of the eyes
The pitter patter of butterflies fluttering deep within
The cold, sweaty palms trembling with anticipation
The shortness of breath… The flaring of the nostril
The thumping heartbeat… The quiver of the lip
And then… the kiss
The wag of the tail… the affectionate caress of fur
The caring, blissful whimper. The soft muffled purr
The devilish sip of Merlot arousing the palette
The creamy, luscious swirl of mint chocolate chip
The intoxicating, sweet fragrance of summer’s first rose
The overture’s precursor, moms and dads and weekend getaways
Love sublime arrives gloriously on wings of diversity.
Rejoice!
Rejoice indeed. Now you have me thinking about the bottle of Merlot that I have in reserve. Your friend in words, Pete