We met each other a few months back. I think it's safe to say that it is love, but I just don't want to get ahead of myself, again. There's this sense of calmness in the atmosphere whenever we touch; it's eerily euphoric. I don't know why but everything just feels so right, I just learned to trust whatever omens come my way. He calls and tells me to get ready, he's treating me to dinner tonight. What to wear, what to wear? This is the only sense of anxiety that plagues me, keeping him happy and satisfied when I'm with him. I want to appeal to every sense of his body without touch, the perfect outfit just adds to the ambiance, right? After rummaging through my closet, I find this beautiful red, silk dress. It hugs my body ever so close. I delight my skin in coconut oil and lightly fragranced perfume. Mascara and a beautiful plum color on my lips. I'm ready. The uber is waiting for me outside & it takes me to this unknown place. The scenery feels familiar, why does this look like his neighborhood? Oh it is. Maybe the uber is going to pick him up as well and we'll be on our way to some restaurant. I wait for a little in the car and then he comes out with the slightest puzzled face, "babe, come on out, what are you waiting on?" Okay now I'm even more confused. He tells me that I'm a little over dressed for what he has planned and now disappointment possesses my face. He gingerly inserted his key into his door and in front of us was a beautiful candle lit dinner.
Though the dinner date wasn't what I planned it to be, you notice that it's the simple pleasures in life that keep you satisfied. Money isn't all. That's my first rule for love, to you.
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