Red Pineapple

Sauntering up with hands in pockets. A casual nod. A smile. That smile. A firm grip. I was lost, felt lost. No, just nervous. Sensitive yet relaxed. Eyes most beautiful. Mesmerizing. That smile... again. Pineapple juice. Pasta. Conversation. Laughs. Something real. No pretence. Some restraint. Honesty. Dedicated. Those eyes. A song. A singer. Melodious voice. He laughs, smiles and those eyes! Hours passed. Totally enjoyable, most enjoyable. The night ended with blue stars in a tight embrace. Passionate kisses. Most heavenly. Unforgettable. And like Cinderella, off he goes in his silver chariot. Waving goodbye... and that sweet smile. Sweet, sweet Max.