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A special dinner,
That's what he set out to do.
To show her how special she was,
To show her his love was true.
A candlelight dinner,
He made for them to eat.
Looking deep into her eyes,
Their souls did meet.
After they ate dinner,
To the couch they did retire.
Curled up together with a movie,
And the sweet glow of a fire.
So relaxed and content,
A feeling of heavenly bliss.
On the back of her neck,
He placed a sweet soft kiss.
It sent a shiver down her spine,
And she turned and held him tight.
Whispering softly in his ear,
Make love to me all night.
He said I'll be right back,
As he got up off the couch.
Into his bedroom he went,
Then pulled out a pouch.
He pulled out rose pedals,
And laid them all over the bed.
Hundreds of rose pedals,
White, yellow, pink and red.
Around the room,
Candle after candle he did light.
Making a soft glow in the room,
That flicked in the night.
He went to the couch,
And took her by the hand.
She glowed like the full moon,
As she got off the couch to stand.
He walked behind her down the hall,
With his hands he covered her eyes.
So she couldnt see anything,
Especially the candle and rose pedal surprise.
When they got to the door,
He let her see the surprise.
It took away her breath,
She just couldnt believe her eyes.
He took her by the hand,
And softly kissed her lips.
He pulled her close to him,
And up her arm he ran his fingertips.
The two made love all night,
The two became one.
Desire and passion so hot,
As hot as a noon sun.
The sweat of their bodies,
Glistened in the candle light.
Collapsing in each others arms,
Somewhere in the middle of the night.
They curled up together,
Holding her all so tight.
With the glow of the candles,
As the lovers nightlight.
Laying next to her,
He rubbed her back with his hand.
Just laying there looking at her,
As she drifted off to dream land.
He woke her the next morning,
With coffee for her in his hand.
His beautiful sweet lover,
The Princess of his land.