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Paris

02 Feb

 

Winter in England

afternoon giving way

to evening

filling the windows

of this ancient room

with darkness.

 

Yet for this moment

I am not here.

 

I am playing scratchy

smoky

sensual

haunting

French jazz

on my turntable.

 

I can almost smell

the Gauloises

and the Chanel.

 

I can almost hear

Pigalle

bursting with life

outside my window.

 

I can almost imagine

you and I

somehow both

transported

to a Paris summer.

 

I am sprawled

loose-limbed and easy

in an old leather chair

drinking wine.

 

And you are dancing

and shedding clothes

and blowing me kisses

while I

smiling

enchanted

enraptured

adoring

applaud.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this around this time last year. But I like it so I am inflicting it upon readers again.

Art by Hamish Blakely

 
8 Comments

Posted by on February 2, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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8 responses to “Paris

  1. SCM

    February 2, 2020 at 3:26 pm

    Lovely, Paris is always lovely…

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    Liked by 1 person

     
  2. In mind and out

    February 3, 2020 at 3:59 am

    Because, in imaginations, anything is possible. I see you why you like it, I do too.

    Liked by 1 person

     
  3. thereluctantpoet

    February 4, 2020 at 1:09 am

    Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.

    Liked by 1 person

     

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