The purple door got closer and closer. We stopped just outside the door. She put her hand on my shoulder, sending electric sparks shooting down my right side. She leaned in close, as she pushed the door open, saying, “Surprise” so softly in my ear, a feather (her hand) from the heavens, lands on my neck, sending shooting sparks and electricity all over my body. She stepped aside, and I audibly gasped! Hairs on my arms stood on end. It was a purple wonderland!
Varying shades of purple, varying hues, but purple everywhere, except the trim, which was a velvety and lush green. Several lush, green plants, tastefully spaced around the large room. Harwood floors, covered by a rather large raisin-colored shag carpet that stretched from the wall furthest from, filled with windows, covered in purple and black lace curtains, imprinted with roses, tulips, and other flowers. A chiffon backing, so that it wasn’t 100% see through. Amethyst walls with little shelves containing curios and things like Limoges’s porcelain and trinket boxes. A black bookshelf against one wall; books showing an interest in many subjects. Flowers on top. Periwinkle, mulberry, and violet. Three purple tulips to the other side of the bookcase with assorted items in between. Electric purple light coming from the lamps placed around the room gave the appearance of an upscale lounge. The lamps themselves, porcelain, wine and black with lilacs and lilies hand-painted on. One sat on the nightstand next to the rather big bed. “This room was full of wonderful touches”, I though to myself, then caught myself saying it out loud. “I thought you, especially, would like it…”, her voice trailed off, leaving expectation hanging in the air. I finally allowed myself to look at the bed. Large, wrought iron with some sort of dark wooden headboard. The comforter sangria. The sheets underneath – eggplant. The bed looked comfortable, big enough to handle many activities, including sleeping.
She sat on the side of the bed, removing her shoes. Pulling off her leggings, bare legs. Underwear barely covered by the dress she was wearing. “Come closer…I won’t bite..,yet. And that is only with your consent. “I like that”, I said, breath becoming more shallow. I was nervous, but not nervous enough to inhibit my desire for this wonderful woman sitting in front of me now. My mind was cascading with way too many thoughts. First meeting my wife, our honeymoon, those many promises and commitments to a life together forever. How could I have ever known back then what was about to happen right now. Yet here I was. And I was eager, practically salivating (hey, I’m a writer and a poet. Allow me this.) She stood, slipped out of her green dress, standing in front of me in her purple bralette and boy shorts, both from Woxer. I looked her up and down slowly, desiring all of her. I moved closer, lips now brushing her neck. Temporarily drunk on her scent, Burberry Goddess, mixed with something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Highly and wholey drunk on her, I removed my own platforms, unzipped my velvety purple dress. Our breath mingled, and she said, “I have to have you.” I couldn’t help it My bralette came off, followed very quickly by hers. I heard a phone in the distance. Ringing. Then it stopped. Ringing again, Then nothing. We were kissing, sloppily, hunger overtaking us. Whew, this is what wanting someone felt like. And someone wanting me. Wanting all of me. No questions, other than the obvious. I could have sworn that I heard my phone ringing again. What was that, the third time??? Was that my ringtone. No, oh well. All I could think of was her. Each of us was groping for each other, electric purple shading us. My phone was ringing again. How many times was that,four?? Never mind, I started to push it out of my mind. Then, sharply, and into focus, ringing, then silence, then ringing again. Always at the most inopportune time, I thought. A creeping thought. Someone was trying to get in touch with me. Must be important, By now, we were all over each other, bodies becoming entwined, sheets disturbed. Damn, at the 7th time ringing, I had to break free from that passionate intertwining, the dance that we were performing. I walked over to my purse, looked at my phone, and said, “Oh Shit!!!”…
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To be continued…maybe
