As our first Valentine's Day approaches, I am excited for Chris' special spaghetti and possibly going to see Gnomeo and Juliet. It will be so cute and romantic. (Our first date was to see "How to train your Dragon" and I love snuggling up to watch animated movies with him! )
However, this Valentine's day I am also wanting a dozen roses. Now this is odd, as I am not a cliche flower type of girl, but I don't want roses for the purposes others might. I don't care if my co-workers or friends see them. I don't want them hanging out in a vase for the next week for me to admire.
I want them for me and me alone. I want to be bound and blindfolded by my lover. I want him to use the roses like paint brushes on my delicate skin. I want to feel the tickle of the petals and smell the fragrance all around me. After I am relaxed and completely in tune with my body I want my lover to then use the dozen roses to flog me, my back and ass. I want to feel the petals rip against my skin. I want to feel them fall around me like rain as the aroma permeates my senses. And then I want my lover to kiss every welt the roses have left on me. : )
Just a thought.
C.
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