Twilight Dining

The scent of warm cornbread fills our western facing patio, the power of it delighting my senses and baiting my appetite. The impact on my being is not unlike the glancing accent of your perfume as you glide by me–an enticement into the captive emotion only you can provide. The moon starts its journey, vanguard to the stars, overseeing all lovers.

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