Shabab - Maikhana
 

Dear shabab:

I was just reminiscing on the evening, it was such a perfect night.

The subtle breeze made me shiver from time to time, but I'm so glad they had a
table for us outside. What a wonderful way to spend an autumn evening.

Sitting across the table from you, listening to your fascinating stories, I was
mesmerized.

You're so passionate when you speak of the things you love. I find it so
attractive.

Sipping from the delicate glass enhanced the taste of the wine, and it warmed by
body as it filled my insides.

Dinner was sumptuous. The pasta was so flavorful; I savored every bite, sucking
each strand of linguini slowly through my pursed lips.

It was a luscious meal, and you were a delicious date.

I loved it when we were gazing into each other's eyes sipping wine. And after
each sip, the subtle taste of wine lingered on my lips…I licked them so slowly,
catching every last drop. And then when you took your finger, captured the one
drop I missed and licked your finger, a tingling sensation flooded my body.

As the evening came to an end, and we walked along the sidewalk, I thought about
how much I love Italian food and sharing it with you.


Love,
maikhana