Last night was pure magic! My man invited me to
spend a few hours with him by the fire he had built
in the living room of the cabin. I lit a plethora of
candles, engaged some delicious esoteric music;
viola . . . magic was upon us. I remind myself, 'tis
moments such as these that we shall ever remember,
even perhaps, take to the grave. Ever more important
than the professionally wrapped gift purchased at
the last minute to comply with tradition . . . for as
long as I live, I will never forget last night. At some
point, he said he thought we should raise a toast; I
thought . . . no better time, a night of magic and
happy contentment, hell yes! I'll raise a toast! . . .
. . . to him!
night of flaming fire
romance mystery magic
my soul is sated
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