Sexy Soufflé: Part 5

What do you mean? He can’t even take five minutes?…

I know there are  sous chefs back there…

I’m so annoyed right now…

I throw money on the table and decide to get up…

I walk toward the bathroom and go in…

I look in the mirror and collect myself…

I don’t know why, but I’m so offended…

I put on some lipstick and fix my hair and think to myself…

Whatever…

I turn in the direction of the door and walk out…

Something comes over me…

It’s instinctual and spontaneous…

I look to see where the kitchen is and decide that’s where I’m headed…

I peek in and see the chaos…

Everyone is running around trying to get something done…

I try to figure out who the head chef is…

Can’t tell…

I slip in and just step to the side of the door…

I keep watching…

I feel like I’m watching everything in slow motion…

But it’s the opposite, super fast…

There is one who seems to be giving direction to the others…

He’s tall and slim with olive skin and dark curly hair…

I stare at him in admiration…

Sexy Soufflé: Part 4

I taste the soufflé, Mm mm….

Amazing, light, fluffy and crispy on the outside….

The Chateaubriand melts in my mouth it’s so tender…

I wrap myself into just eating my meal and savoring every bite…

It’s better than sex…

OK not really, but it’s close…

I think I need to compliment the chef…

I know I do…

He has magical hands…

I notice the waiter weaving in and out of tables and somehow I try to get his attention…

I wave my arms around and catch his attention…

I ask, “Is there any way I can talk to the chef?”…

“Is there a problem with your meal?”…

“On the contrary, the meal was amazing and I wanted to tell him directly”…

“We are very busy, but I can check for you”…

“Thank you so much,” I reply….

I continue to enjoy the atmosphere and the weather while I wait for his return…

He quickly comes back and replies, “Unfortunately, the chef is too busy, but he would like to thank you for your compliment”….

He disappears into the restaurant…

That’s it? ...

I am so offended right now…

Sexy Soufflé: Part 3

He walks away…

The bloody Mary is delicious, just like I like it…

There is a couple a few tables over…

They seem very into each other…

Their body language is intimate…

She can’t stop smiling, and he can’t take his eyes off of her…

There is an excitement and energy between them…

Love….

Or is it lust? ...

Can’t tell at this point…

It makes me long for a man, a companion…

Good meal and some good sex would make for a perfect day…

Can’t seem to stop thinking about it…

Sex, that is…

Waiter interrupts me…

“Would you like another drink?”…

“Sure, that would be fine. Just bring it with my lunch.”…

“Your lunch will be ready momentarily”…

He walks away again…

He’s on his toes, this one…

Interacting with everyone and staying busy…

Before you know it, he’s back with my meal…

“Here you go, enjoy. Is there anything else you need?”…

“No thank you”…

I look at my plate. It looks divine and smells delicious…

Sexy Soufflé: Part 2

I will always be how they perceive me. I could tell you stories about that alone…

But what’s interesting is…

I even perceive myself differently based on my moods, my look, and my feelings…

We are interesting creatures, human beings…

My thoughts continue to wander until the waiter interrupts me…

“Good afternoon”…

“Hi, how are you today?”…

“Very well, thanks. What can I start you off with?”…

“Bloody Mary would be great, extra spicy, extra twist of lime and use Grey Goose, please”…

“Do you know what you’d like to eat for lunch yet? ...

“No not yet, need a little more time”…

“No problem. I’ll get your drink”…

I look at the menu….

So many choices…

I feel like something hearty and classic…

Some time passes…

The waiter returns with my drink…

“Thank you,” I say…

“Have you decided what you’d like?” ...

“Yes, I’ll have the potato cheese soufflé with chateaubriand”…

“Very nice choice. How would you like your steak?” ...

“Medium rare, please”…

We are Desire...

"We are desire. It is the essence of the human soul, the secret of our existence. Absolutely nothing of human greatness is ever accomplished without it. Not a symphony has been written, a mountain climbed, an injustice fought, or a love sustained apart from desire. Desire fuels our search for the life we prize. Our desire, if we will listen to it, will save us from committing soul-suicide, the sacrifice of our hearts on the altar of "getting by." The same old thing is not enough. It never will be."

-JOHN ELDREDGE

Red Hot...

Red hot... Blazon... Pent up... Deeply unhinging... Burning passion..... Consuming me! A moth to a flame... intrigued and drawn. No matter how hard I try I can't keep away; my reserved quietude irresistibly drawing others in to my inner circle, and I to theirs.  I am searing my wings against the heat of my own soul. Exploding sensations becoming the inexplicable nature of a crackling aura...MINE. Desires- sharing cracked flaws, bursting all self containment, virtually silent flames converting into a blazon tinging emotional expansion. Meaning...opening up to larger issues, stronger feelings and an unlocked heart. Instigating and appearing irrational, being berated and even praised for just following instincts. One chapter closing in a relationship; partnerships ending, altering and forcing new beginnings for essential changes to occur.  A long overdue opportunity on the horizon awaits; a necessary path to a more productive course. It's simple...follow the heart; when all those involved become more certain of what they want, they all can work together on conflicting goals, which are not really conflicted. There is no getting through a fiery blaze without some minor or epic burns. 

Disruption and chaos...

Reigniting appreciation for life...

Heightening love...

Blazon...

Red hot... 

-Liz