Day One -Monday
It was colder than usual, not yet freezing. Oh so right for a fall’s day. So I went about my business. Saw the children playing in the streets as I slowed down. It gave me the purest hope for the future. You left a message on my voicemail saying…”it was good talking to you the other day” Wanting to see me again. “Tickets to a play?” I thought about it, something deep. Soaked my day away in a hot bath. You called back before 10pm.
Busy day at work, what else is new? Cannot wait till it’s over. I’m so out of here by 3:30pm. Rush to the drug store for lavender oil. Before I could get to the door, there I see you. You saw me. “What a pleasure to see you”. You said. I felt like I was blushing like I was back in the 10th grade. But anyway the wind was blowing too much to stand around to talk. We went to your truck where it was warm. We talked about our day and what could have been better. You asked me did I want to get something to eat. “Sure…” I’ll get by truck later. Always the perfect gentlemen to me. I drove home later that evening with a smile on my face. Didn’t realize that I was smiling until my next-door neighbor said, “Good to see you smiling”. Thank you.
Day Three- Wednesday
Hump day, finally here; almost the weekend baby. Go pay a bill and that’s it. Oh yea I got to go get my lavender oil silly. At home, now what, oh what the hell? I’ll call him. I think I made his day. I called him on his cell phone, he was still at work probably wont get off until 6pm. It’s ok. He said he would call me tomorrow. “Looking forward to hearing from you.”
As usual another busy day, meetings, conference calls, last-minute deadlines. I long for the days of lounging. But I’m out of here by 5pm. I even worked through lunch. I’m way too hungry now. Before I’m in the door the phone rings. It’s him! Wanting to know if I wanted to see the play. “I would love too!” He’ll stop by around 7pm for dinner first. Frantic! I don’t know why? What to wear? Something sexy of course, but I want to look like a classy lady. The perfect black dress with my hair up, with the hottest red lips. It obviously worked, cause he couldn’t take his eyes off me. Dinner was fantastic! You had steak, I had lobster. The play was funny, sad but worth the emotional rollercoaster. We drove around afterward. Then you took me home. Walked me to the door. Stroked my face, said I was beautiful. Wanted to see me again. Grabbed me by the neck and kissed me…
Day Five- Friday
The whole day I thought about that kiss. It was provocative passionate, sensual, and gentle. Everything. I wanted to drive to the other side of town to kiss you back. But it’s Friday, ready for the weekend, finally. You called me on my cell and asked me what did I want to do for the night? Hmm. Kiss you back I said to myself. But no I wanted to go this bar and grill downtown. “Ok, I’ll be there around 8pm. Cool. The place was great. I had so much fun. I know he did too. The D.J. played some really great reggae music, and we wined to it until 2am.Or when the bouncer told us to take that somewhere else. You drove me home after we had pancakes for breakfast. Walked me to the door and I kissed him back, and left to go home.
After working hard all week I needed to be pampered. So I went to the spa. Felt like a queen, from head to toe. Went to my favorite store and saw a really pretty dress for half off. So yea I brought it. Now I’m home and listening to Stevie Wonder and reading poetry by Nikki Giovanni. Doorbell rings, it’s him! Check my hair, fine. “Hi!” Kisses on the cheek, he’s holding calla lilies in his left hand. We watch a movie and had a glass of wine, just one glass. You go through my record collections and play Miles Davis. You held me really close and we danced. You smell oh so good. You take your time no need to rush. Kissed me all over, wouldn’t let me go… We fell asleep on the couch, the candles burned out….
Day Seven- Sunday
I woke up thanking God, for this man. I never imagined getting caught up, but hey I did. I don’t know what to do. He has treated me so good. Never could I dream that a man would touch my nerve like this. I don’t know what his plans are, but I like where he is going. So I hear noises in the kitchen and Miles Davis is still playing. I walk down stairs after I get cleaned up. There you are at the kitchen with a smile on your face. “Good Morning Sunshine!”
“…on falling for the right one. A love escapade in just seven little days”
Copyright 2012 Crystal Purifoy