Mr. X and Gold Temptation

Did you ever wonder about the mysterious essence of events that make up your life? Some are pale, weak not lasting; others so vivid. What causes the choice of memory? What causes certain events to fade and others to gain flawlessness and spice? I sit and recall an especially vivid memory of Mr. X. I wore ----- "Gold Temptation" – a stunningly sheer golden gown iridescent in the midday sun embellished by the finest cream colored lace. The silky sheer top is perfectly cut to accentuate my figure in a softly sensual and feminine way --- making me feel like a golden goddess ! Smiles at CD’s genius… he always knows how to make a woman feel her best. My mind drifts down the sweet lane of memories to the last time I saw Mr. X – I was sitting on my golden chair, Egyptian in style on the highest level of my opulent Roman styled pool designed by Satir DeCuir. The pool is elegantly graced with marble columns, swathed with gold gilded wreaths and fountains that circulate the water. There are places to sit and float to relax and dream among its terraces. As I contemplated the view to the sea, Mr. X stepped out of a rainbow -- his face is astonishing --- the fine clear lines of his cheekbone, his full sensuous mouth, intense blue eyes like the deepest part of the ocean at dawn and his tousled golden hair shinning like moon glow – he is very image of what mystics or poets – - or technical wizards should look like. Together we sat gazing across the sand to the sea of possibilities beyond. I recalled the universe Mr. X made me ---it has inspired a constellation of ideas….. “Mr. X, I think we need a series of marble reflecting pools that will form a ribbon of blue water all the way to the ocean” Mr. X as always smiled and said – how can I refuse you --- my golden goddess in that lovely dress… you outshine the sun herself.” (sita thinks -- thank -you CD) As we sat and talked – on the upper terrace -- fanned by two slaves – the most miraculous pools began to appear… pink marble – azure blue water a fabulous fountain – a gift from Satir DeCuir placed on an amazing mosaic tiled floor. “Mr. X I exclaimed – this is what golden dreams are made of – I can’t believe you have done all of this!” He smiles at me and said, “ My golden goddess, as we stroll along these pools – they will reflect you in your golden glory – you look beautiful -- a "golden temptation"--- it is as warm and kind as your soul.” My golden one you are the flower of everything, you’re stylization, the perfume and essence of my universe. Golden Temptation ... Sita Writer