day 1: cherry jones NaBloPoMo

How do I put this?   Hmmm…  here we go…

Your diaphanous springtime dress – the one with the robin’s egg blue dahlia print – drapes gently across your bosom, as you lay nestled in the bow of a pomegranate rowboat.  Warm, sweet puffs of air float over the cool viridian lake to caress your skin.  Beneath you lay a cloud of downy silken pillows, softly cradling your body as you watch the canopy of ancient trees pass above in slow motion.  The leaves subtly quiver in the gold of the late afternoon sun, making a dreamy sound like the breathy whisper of a lover.  The scent of jasmine cedes to a bouquet of pears and spices as you bring a glass of Pinot Grigio to your lips.  You close your eyes and grope the brim of your straw hat as the oars slide deeply into the water, coaxed and guided by the sinewy presence astern.  A smile of serene contentment spreads slow and wide like honey across your sun-kissed face.  You open your eyes and gaze wistfully into the eyes of…

  

Now, who would you want womanning your oars?…

I’m just sayin’…

Nuf sed.

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