The crisp ocean breeze whips at my face. It lashes at my cheeks and stings my eyes. I throw my hand on my forehead and glance across the perimeter impatiently. In the distance, near the edge overlooking the sea, I can see a table filled with food and wine. A tiny candle flickers in its center. I can't see him but I know he is close. I feel his presence, he is watching me. I call out for him again but the only sound to respond, is the wind .
I set down the basket of roses and bend my knees to a crouch. I turn my head to locate him now by scent. He is here! I can smell him! A slight curl appears on my lip as I turn my head detecting a faint breath. My lips slowly part as I silently remove my heels and gather up the bottom of my satin gown.
I crouch in the shadows and wait for the wind to shift. I ball up my gown and tie it into a knot for movement and twist my hair back off my face. I twist detecting another sound on the right corner of the roof. My eyes now adjust to the dark and make out a pergola with curtains flapping in the breeze. I creep silently toward it listening for him. I stop to the side of the canopy drapes and kneel. I snatch a piece of folded fabric and place it on my face. I enhale deeply his scent. It intoxicates me as I take in his smell mixed with tones of sandalwood, brazilian redwood, ebony, vetiver, musk , vanilla and mandarin. My thoat begins to purr.
I push the curtains back and gasp. The pergola teleports me to an exotic place. It is a scene straight out of The Arabian Nights. It forms now a tent filled with shimmering fabrics emroidered with tiny crystals and delicate beads. The colors are of rich purples, deep crimson and shiny earth oranges. Above colored glass lanterns sway lit by candles showering the tent with a prism of colors. Incense is lit and floating around a large bed covered with silk white sheets.
Three women stand facing me shrouded in wraps of fabric brightly colored. Only their dark lined eyes, noses, and cheeks are visible. "Welcome Queen. We here to serve you ." they say and scurry toward me. They must be wearing bells as the tiny jingle of brass stops when they do. One is carrying a urn of what smells of milk and honey the other has a large comb made of a deep red colored wood.
I frown at the trio and search the edges of the tent for Bruce. The ladies sense my angst say "Please allow us to spoil you, our Queen!" Spoil me? Okay I thought as they turn arms outstretched motioning me to sit on the pillows.
I set down the basket of roses and bend my knees to a crouch. I turn my head to locate him now by scent. He is here! I can smell him! A slight curl appears on my lip as I turn my head detecting a faint breath. My lips slowly part as I silently remove my heels and gather up the bottom of my satin gown.
I crouch in the shadows and wait for the wind to shift. I ball up my gown and tie it into a knot for movement and twist my hair back off my face. I twist detecting another sound on the right corner of the roof. My eyes now adjust to the dark and make out a pergola with curtains flapping in the breeze. I creep silently toward it listening for him. I stop to the side of the canopy drapes and kneel. I snatch a piece of folded fabric and place it on my face. I enhale deeply his scent. It intoxicates me as I take in his smell mixed with tones of sandalwood, brazilian redwood, ebony, vetiver, musk , vanilla and mandarin. My thoat begins to purr.
I push the curtains back and gasp. The pergola teleports me to an exotic place. It is a scene straight out of The Arabian Nights. It forms now a tent filled with shimmering fabrics emroidered with tiny crystals and delicate beads. The colors are of rich purples, deep crimson and shiny earth oranges. Above colored glass lanterns sway lit by candles showering the tent with a prism of colors. Incense is lit and floating around a large bed covered with silk white sheets.
Three women stand facing me shrouded in wraps of fabric brightly colored. Only their dark lined eyes, noses, and cheeks are visible. "Welcome Queen. We here to serve you ." they say and scurry toward me. They must be wearing bells as the tiny jingle of brass stops when they do. One is carrying a urn of what smells of milk and honey the other has a large comb made of a deep red colored wood.
I frown at the trio and search the edges of the tent for Bruce. The ladies sense my angst say "Please allow us to spoil you, our Queen!" Spoil me? Okay I thought as they turn arms outstretched motioning me to sit on the pillows.