Jims Inn

thanks for the invite to dinner … remember what happened the first time we had supper together? you asked me what you should wear and I said the red dress so I could whisper the words of "lady in red" in your ear …
and you said "no … you wanted to wear the little black dress cos the red dress was so tight you wouldn't be able to wear anything under it cos it would show ...

I got to your place at, what was it, half past eight? and you asked me why I was late and I said it was raining and the taxis were all full … we drank a whole bottle of wine before supper then you lit the candles on the table and served me with your little white apron tied around the waist of your black dress …

we had strawberries and cream and fed each other, giggling like kids when the cream dripped down your chin and I leant across the table to kiss it away … I offered to wash the dishes and you said "thanks I'll dry then cos the soapy water is bad for my hands."

later when we'd had coffee you brought a bottle of champagne into the lounge which I opened cos you said it was a man's job to serve the drinks … you said it made you light headed and who knows what might happen if you had another one … and I said "that's what I've been planning on lady." and you laughed and put your hand up to my cheek.

you put on a cd by dido … white flag, wasn't it? and you took off your shoes and we danced … closely … you in your bare feet and me … well me just on my big clumsy feet … you held your right hand behind my neck and your left hand around my waist and I had both my hands around yours … your face inches from mine … your sweet warm breath fanning my cheek … your full lips parted in a small smile … your beautiful blue eyes sparkling …

and dido stopped and we were still dancing … to the beat of our hearts now and I drew you close and you smiled up at me … your head tilted back…your moist lips parted … you stopped dancing and took my hand leading me slowly down the passage to your room …

the little black dress seemed to sigh as it dropped to the floor around your feet … later you smiled up at me as I leant over you and a small tear squeezed out of the corners of your eyes … they slowly trickled down your cheeks … and I kissed them … tasting their warm saltiness … "you're crying." I remember saying … and you said …"lips that taste of tears are the best for kissing."

JolieH

I enjoyed reading your little flash story. It also reminds me of prose poetry. I think that's because you have it in letter form. You could probably call it either one and get away with it.
Sounds like a lovely evening, certainly one to remember, and the fact that you do with such detail gives this piece an even more romantic quality. I like that you help with dishes, and include sentimental details in a respectful way, not exposing her or yourself with nudity or harsh language.

You seem like a very sweet man Jim.

Jims Inn

hi jolieh ... that i am jolie ... that i am ... thanx so much for taking the time and trouble to read blue eyes ..

luv ya!