The room was quiet, the wind blew the silk curtains into the room, the night outside brought no light, but the room glowed a gentle blue, the floor of the room was cold marble. Normally the white tiles would glow against the radiant lights, but now with the soothing color filling the room through the blowing silk there was no white, just shades of blue. The black grand piano shined at the entrance to the balcony.
Behind me the couch circled around a coffee table, the kitchen further back was the reflection of luxury that I had always hoped for. I took a step toward the piano. The room was quiet, there was an overwhelming peace that couldn’t be breached, there she was, sitting in front of the piano, her hair framing her face as her fingers moved forward, the silence in the room broken with her delicate fingers, silk flowed in the breeze, a gentle blue that caressed the wind, danced on a slow breeze through the room and moved that gentle frame across her face, the silk robe moved against her skin, delicate, soft, smooth.
I stepped forward, the fatigue of the day bowing my shoulders as I pressed my chest against the side of the black instrument, feeling more than hearing the notes that sung through my mind and heart, my sigh was heavy with the day, and with each key my shoulders released, my breathing eased, my heart grew, and I needed her more.
The music filtered through me, echoed across the flowing silk, called to me, and I knew that it was being played for me, the notes a sweet surrender to all that was between us. My fingers touched hers, the song stopped, I sat, in front of her, strawberries covered in white and milk chocolate, their red a screaming contrast to the natural blue, smooth hands brought the berry to her lips, I watched with satisfaction as her body moved with the bite. I felt the green leaf in my fingertips, yearned for such satisfaction as the chocolate gave way before my teeth, only to have the sugary overwhelming sweetness harmony swell with the juice from the perfect berry. My eyes closed, I stopped.
I love chocolate covered strawberries; they take me to a whole other place. Does anyone have a favorite dessert that just carries them away? Please, if you have the ability, show me your chocolate covered strawberries, I’m in the mood for some.
August 4th, 2008 at 10:41 pm
A nice creme brulee next to a fire after a home cooked meal is the best!!!
August 5th, 2008 at 5:01 am
Orange creamsicles. I’m 6 years old again, sitting on our front porch, scabby kneed and mosquito-bitten, relishing the respite from summer’s heat in the shade with my yummy treat.
August 5th, 2008 at 6:27 am
Key Lime pie. It reminds me of my childhood in Florida and the smells and sounds of the ocean.
August 5th, 2008 at 9:38 am
Fruit of the Forest pie right out of the oven, dripping with juices and then smothered in homemade vanilla bean ice cream and real whipped cream. Oh. Yeah. Orgasm of the mouth.
August 5th, 2008 at 10:41 am
Gloria, You’ve introduced me to a new sweet, I haven’t ever tried a creme brulee, but it’s now on my list of things to look at.
August 5th, 2008 at 10:42 am
Green Girl, I have to agree with you about the orange creamsicle, it takes me back, and there’s something about the cream taste that sweeps me away. There is an innocence to the creamsicle.
August 5th, 2008 at 10:45 am
Melissa, I’ve always liked a good key lime pie, but the bad ones have turned me off of trying. I love how experiences we have can build a bridge between events so that many years later a taste can take you back, or the whisper of a song can send you right into that moment.
In the military I had a song I sang so much in basic training that by the end of those weeks there was at least one guy who would have the song pop into his head whenever he’d see me. I believe if I saw him even now he’d hear that song. (so funny)
August 5th, 2008 at 10:52 am
Claudia,
I’m going to have to try the fruit forest pie, it sounds like nothing I have ever had before, and the thought of such an ending, is almost overwhelming.
August 5th, 2008 at 11:07 pm
I agree with freshly dipped chocolate strawberries. OOHHEMMMM.
warm still dripping, running down my chin.
I’m in my happy place.
August 7th, 2008 at 3:51 am
“Super Man” ice cream as my sister and I like to call it always takes me back to when I was seven years old sitting in the bed of my grandfather’s truck as he parked it in the drive way. It always bring me a sense of serinity and peace but always a sense of overwhelming sadness that I will never get to experience that again. Regardless of the sadness I feel, the sensation it brings and the good memories it conjures makes me feel spectacular.