To: The man of my dreams.
You are cordially invited to the celebration of our marriage,
and our love.
Date: Today, may years ago, we stood before God and
exchanged marriage vows. You took my hand in yours, looked at me
with tenderness in your eyes, and I saw the promise to protect
and take care of me till death do us part. As you slid the
wedding band on my finger, I was overcome with an overwhelming
feeling of love for you. The tears I shed that day, were tears
of joy and happiness, and I knew for certain that our marriage
would last a lifetime. I gave my heart and soul to you, the man
of my dreams.
Time: As soon as the sun sets, when the dark casts
its shadows, the stars wink at us and the moon find its way
through the darkness, we will meet.
Venue: Our home, our castle, our palace, where so many
memories were made, Our haven we built, to protect us from the
cold world outside. We were tested and tried, shared sorrow and
joy, and together, fought against everything that threatened our
marriage.
Dress Code: I will wear a sexy dress to show off the
body that you love to touch and caress. Jewelry and shoes to
match, and just to tickle your taste buds, something special
from the lingerie department.
The reception: Our dining room. I will lay the table
with our finest crockery and linen. For starters I will welcome
you with a warm soft kiss, then well dine by candle light,
drink champagne and dance to soft romantic music. We will
reminisce and make further plans for our future.
For our second honeymoon, we will retire to our bedroom and I
want you to imagine this: Me, in the sexiest underwear, feeding
you strawberries and cream. You, dipping your fingers in cream,
drawing little circles all over my body, and guess what you have
to do to wipe it of. We will make love like we did on our first
honeymoon. Honey, you are still the handsome, sexy guy I fell in
love with, and will always be my friend, the man of my dreams,
captor of my heart, soul mate and my lover.
R.S.V.P: I know you will accept the invitation for we
belong together, and nothing will ever tear us apart.
From: Your loving Wife.
Butterfly.
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