It took me a half hour, too. 🙂

I love when that happens, and you barely have to think about what you write the words just flow from your fingertips 🙂

Wow, thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it. I wanted to write something a little more than a haiku. Once I started writing, the words just kept flowing. 🙂

apparently your story was ‘beautiful’ and I must be tired – its nearly midnight and clearly my brain isn’t playing thesaurus! lol

What a wonderful story. I am blown away, that the prompt gave you a whole story, and what a beautiful one too. So truthful to the different shades of people and what love really means to each of us. My favourite part was:

“You know, like in the winter when you step outside and you can just smell the snow coming? It was kind of like that. I just knew we’re meant to be together.”

Simply beautiful. One of my favourite sounds is when it has freshly snowed in the middle of the night, and the snow muffles everything. It’s just the most beautiful kind of silence, and your beautifully descriptive imagery took me straight there. I loved it Rachel. Thank you so much for joining me.

Oh stop!! ? hehe

but without the prompt, there’s no poem…

OMG what a fantastically brilliant idea! I would never have thought to go in that direction Geoff. Pure genius. My favourite line “Perfectly parabolic neck” brilliant 🙂 thank you for participating

First you need a pair of eyes: they must be blue and soft, like ripe summer fruit which is full of sweet promise, juicy and illicit.
Then add two rich ruby lips, curved like sharp sliced red peppers, that form your smile, as nourishing as ambrosia.
I prepare by carefully rubbing my tentative fingers through your confident, nurturing hair, as I once caressed the adolescence grass one slow summer’s evening as you fed my addiction.
Bind the whole together with the sheen from your lustrous skin, nature’s smoothie of vanilla and maple and cookies and cream.
I know the mix is ready by inhaling the scent of your perfectly parabolic neck, unfailingly inducing an ice-cream shiver.
Somehow you miracle royal banquets from such base ingredients;
Feasts that quench my nervous yearnings and leave my love-hunger satisfied.
This meal never losses its appeal, never fails to restore my hope, however sugar low my mood.
These cunning confections, garnished with a knowing smile,
Leave me replete.
Be selfish: keep your recipes just for us.