My Lazy Saturday Afternoon

Afternoons should have been made for love, that is my opinion. After a pleasant lunch, with wine, of course, and a delicious dessert, that leaves a sweet, light flavor in your mouth that lasts even after the liquor or coffee. Then, the siesta, which should be enforced by law. You'd just lie down with your girl, the weather is fresh enough to cuddle and sleep, with the smell of her hair filling your nostrils, her silk hair caressing your face, and the taste of her dessert you can still tase, lingering on her tongue. Then, at some point, one of the two wakes up--not fully, but just crossing the line and becoming more awake than asleep, and the quiet, slow games of love begin, while the drowsiness and the wine act like indian spices, bringing excuisite flavors to the food. The bodies are pleasantly warm, the bedroom is dark enough to be comfortable to sleep, but golden with filtered light of the afternoon sun. Everything is smooth, lovely, quiet and sometimes the dreams hit for a second or two and make us loose track of what is real and what is not. There is no pain, there is no worries, there's nothing but the moment. Once both are pleasured, you fall again to the other side of the line, napping at each other's arms. Such surrender shall be mine. Of course I wish such lazy afternoon's to become reality one Godsawesomeday:)