MY MORGUE EXPERIENCE.
Hello pretty please excuse me. As I make advances towards her I was very mindful of my baritone voice so it doesn't sound wacky and unromantic to such a damsel at a first time catch.
At the second call I finetuned my vocal chord intentionally in a soothing tone piecing through her ear drum --- hello angel in rosy blue blouse.
Just as she was about turning to depict the cardinal point that oozes such scintillating sounds of beautiful encomiums I quickly raised the gold ribbon key holder at my right hand as a pointer to direct her eyes enclaved in a dark 🕶️ sunshade to the chivalrous personality seeking her attention.
Confidently dressed in my royal blue blazer I made this step of boldness with an infectious smile of affection offering a warm salutation saying good evening your majesty. Nice to meet you, my name is Stephen but fondly called Steve by friends and business associates.
It's a pleasure, my name is Kimberly she replied with a drill of holes at her both cheek that tickled my mustache. My love for dimple eehn.
Caught in the web of a sweet fragrance protruding from her fine cotton dress I became a bit fidgeted due to a likely contest that may arise between the scent of our mortuary chemical and her spacious ointment.
What a coincidence that we both appear in blue apparel like couple on a pre wedding photo shoot and dinner hangout, I asked jovially as we exchanged pleasantries while my eyes was on a zoom mission scanning through her hairy dark skin, the curves and the edges down to her fingers to ensure I'm not on another man plot of land.
As a gentleman I offer to help carry her bag as we walk up the staircase to the first floor to sit over some cups of cocktail 🍹and milky popcorn in a dark red array part of the room gisting and laughing due the punch romantic lines I was throwing to keep aflame the conversation.
Mr Steve please can I ask a question...
..to be continued.