He held her hands and looked into those eyes as candle light played off her glowing skin, no denying that tonight sparks would lead to something very special indeed.
Just then, the approaching waiter tripped over her crossed legs and stilletto, which dangled from her toe, sending showers of spaghetti and meatballs onto their smoldering laps.
**OK OK, so maybe "smoldering laps" doesn't quite work, but it would be a great name for a rock band, wouldn't it?
Sewzy and the Smoldering Laps!!
If you recognize this 55, you are right, it's recycled. But since there are a lot of new bloggers doing 55 right now, it's new to them, right? Might take me the entire gosh darned weekend, but I'll get over to read those 55's, I promise!