From the time I was a little girl, this was always my favorite scene from Camelot. (Click on the picture to see the clip.) If you’ve ever listened to the lyrics, this is quite a naughty song. That is probably what drew me to it in the first place!
So, I must now forewarn you about my upcoming blog entries. In the spirit of my wedding anniversary on May 16th, I want to highlight some great moments from my love story. If you’re not feeling as twitterpated by Spring as the rest of us, then please stop reading. Go back to being proper and sensible. Seriously, continuing to read may cause nausea, vomiting, upset stomach, and/or diarrhea. This blog is about to get a little PG-13 people.
The following was written in my diary in 1997 after a date with my beloved:
His lap is warm and inviting; a perfect resting place. He props up his knee to support my head as I nestle closer to him, my hair spilling down his thigh. His face adorns both love and peace; his eyes the warm glow of a confined candle, burning with a plea to ignite and inflame. Our lips anticipate the other’s. Our eyes sustain an unbreakable gaze that ends only when the connection yields to the connection of our lips. Fingers interlaced with a union of breath and heartbeat. Our minds silent with thoughts only on the other’s beauty…and the moment. The outside world vanishes behind closed lids as the sweetness of the senses envelops perception. Our kisses go quiet as eyes reconnect and he whispers the words he’s mutely said for so long, “I love you.”
Melanie S says
Whoowee! Watch out Song of Solomon! Someday your kids will make fun of you, just like you did to your parents – perfect!