Letter Two:
I think it is dam good. I might turn it in as an assignment. But I wrote it for fun.
The Perfect Plan
It was a cool night on the beach at Connimicut point. The waves were crashing against the rocks and the trees were billowing in the wind. The beach was empty; I knew this was the right place. We got out of my 1993 white Ford Thunderbird. I left my shoes in the car and walked across the dampened lush green grass at the point of the beach. I asked Joshua to join me on the stone bench; the temperature was just right; not quite cold, but not hot either. I gazed into his brown eyes, told him how much I loved him, and revealed that we would be parents in a few short months. He squeezed me tight in his masculine strong arms and kissed me with his soft tender lips; I could taste his spearmint gum on my lips. Then he took my hand and led me into the middle of the grass and we lay down together. As I looked up, I could see all the glory of the stars, the sky had to offer. He smelled so good to me, his cologne was Drakar and it was my favorite. It was stronger then the smell of the sea ending its tide. The way it lingered on his clothes as my head was resting on his chest was wonderful. The sound of his heart was beating in my head. His arms rested around me holding my body next to his. We laid there until the sun came up, not talking just breathing in unison; our hearts beating as one. I will never forget that day!
