Rhapsody In Purple

'Rhapsody in Blue' cascaded from the stereo speakers swamped and swooning with sound. 'Cocktail dahling? ' you enquired teasingly bending to kiss me. I held on to your every word with baited breath. I was ecstatically elated. You divested yourself of your outside attire a flame red dress that had seemed on fire (of which...I had...greatly admired) but now lay extinguished on the kitchen floor so that I could see you wore not only the purple stockings of the night before but purple(crotch less) panties and a purple push-up bra. You smiled sweetly (half knowingly half innocently) poised.. posed all cocky...hands on hips...head tilted slightly to the left. 'I can see...you like...what you see! but what about the colour? I mean...is it really me? You pouted...pirouetted prettily. 'Purple...? ' I pursed my lips and paused: (as if I even had to consider it) . 'Purple...I adore! ' And proceeded to peel off each pretty purple pleasntrie accompanied by your delighted oh OH OH's! In the morning a single shaft of sunlight shone upon a pretty purple pile of lingerie lingering across the plush carpeted floor. I, listen lovingly to your each and every snore.