The moth and the flame

It was like looking at a page of “Where’s Wally?” Only in that sea of people, everything except her was Grey.

I chose to be the flame instead of the moth, so I sat at the bar and thought of things I were to say.

I stared at her a long time, certain I’d reel her in with just one look.

And so it happened by the book, one look was all it took.

She sat on the empty stool beside me and yelled to John, the bar keep, "Another glass of wine."

I said, “I got it John. I’ll get the lady her drink as I too need to refill mine.”

From behind the bar counter I muttered “You look like someone who’d like champagne instead."

She laughed , smiled, flipped her hair and gently nodded her head.

“Well then follow me madam the good stuff is in the cellar.” I said

Trying hard not to tumble on my words and keep from turning red.

Finally we arrived in the wine cellar in the slowest "quick minute or two."

I instructed her, "Pick the bottle with the red ribbon round it’s neck that I specially tied for you."

I loved watching her walk and strut her stuff like that.

My hands wished they were touching what my eyes were looking at.

As she walked back, I flashed a smile and opened my mouth to say

“Hello very nice to meet you, my name is Midnight by the way.”

I popped the bottle open and realized I didn’t have a glass.

I also quickly realized there was a hand squeezing my ass.

She took the bottle, looked at me and then she took a sip.

Next thing I knew my eyes closed and her lip was on my lip.

Instinctively, I sipped champagne from her divine tasting lips.

While she groaned ever so lightly as I started grinding her with my hips.

We finally parted for a breath, she kissed my cheek and said

“I feel like I know you, know you from toe to head.”

We kissed a little more before going back outside to finish up the bubbly.

I sat next to her and as she spoke put my arm round her nonchalantly.

Her crossed legs towards me, palm on my thigh, she spoke of random things about her life.

I wasn't listening but knew right there and then, one day she’d be my wife.

“Would you mind if I kissed you?” and I replied “Didn’t you say that you had a lass?!”

“I do but she’s doing the same thing tonight and on you I just can’t pass.”

“Alright but you should know I too have a lass,

The most beautiful creature with the most perfectly round face.” :-P (just kidding you get the point)

“Where is she then and what are you doing here with me?”

“Pretending to meet her for the first time on our anniversary!”

We laughed and kissed and held hands under the moon,

Knowing we had to go and leave for home soon.

“It was nice to flirt with you again” to my baby I then said

“It was my darling, now let’s go get reacquainted in bed.”

I turned her way and had to say had we only met tonight,

I still would have fallen in love with her underneath this moonlight.

You see, no matter how hard it is I try to pretend

I am the moth and you will always be the flame in the end.