‘‘Twas the night he proposed. The ring was stunning. It was a halo gold diamond ring. He stood there in a deep red silk robe. He had purchased silver balloons and had room service deliver our snacks, sweets. A little bubbly. He knew I dreamed of him (of this night). He arranged silk rose petals all over the massage table. Warmed oils were waiting to be used. He placed romantic silver wrapped promises (the chocolates) all around the room. The scented yankee Candles were sensual. The Fireplace warmed the room to a hot degree. TIny beads of sweat dotted his forehead. I slowly took his hand. And lead him to the table where he would receive his first true seductive massage. Ah, but the catch would be. NO S**. Not till the wedding night. So with my assistance, removed his robe. I kissed his shoulder. Ran my hand down his arm. And let him caress my soft breasts. I then stepped away. Letting him gather his composure. My dark eyes turned greenish (Irish) as they passionately looked up into his eyes. He then whispered “I waited for you” and then held out a trembling hand.

—Wishes—