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A night out.
A night out. I pick you up a seven sharp for our eight o'clock reservations. We are seated at our table where there is a violinist playing. As we sit the waiter brings out a bottle of chilled wine. After we eat we head down to the beach. The night air is filled with your perfume and the smell of the salt water. A gentle breeze whispering through the night. Slowly the sky turns a deep blue/purple. Hints of red, orange, yellow peek along the horizon. The sky brightens as the sun pulls itself higher into the sky. Not wanting to leave you I kiss every part of your exposed body. Finally you convince me to leave and come back later for another night on the beach. |
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