byMike BergerHer eyes glistened in the candlelight.
Her skin was smooth against her vermillion dress.
Her smile was subtle; Mona Lisa like.
Her lips were full, as she drank the red wine.
Her auburn hair caressed her cheek.
The sparkle in her eyes radiated through the room.
She touched my cheek and pulled me close.
Her warm breath filled my ear…
She softly whispered, "Please pass the garlic bread.”