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 two years ago. But I like it so I am inflicting it upon readers again.
Art by Hamish Blakely
Little Charmer
February 2, 2021 at 2:26 pm
Inflict away…This is amazing!
Bravo! 😉🖤🖤
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Romantic Dominant
February 2, 2021 at 4:14 pm
Too kind. Smiles. Thank you.
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Little Charmer
February 2, 2021 at 5:25 pm
You’re most welcome 🖤
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Romantic Dominant
February 2, 2021 at 11:08 pm
Smiles
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libbyhyett
February 3, 2021 at 2:16 am
I like it too.
On Wed, 3 Feb. 2021, 12:55 am A Faded Romantic’s Notebook, wrote:
> Romantic Dominant posted: ” 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 ” >
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Romantic Dominant
February 3, 2021 at 9:20 am
Glad. Smiles.
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thereluctantpoet
February 3, 2021 at 11:05 am
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Romantic Dominant
February 3, 2021 at 5:21 pm
Thank you. Smiles.
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kngoctran
February 3, 2021 at 4:50 pm
Sensual
Lovely
Pleasantly inflict
“a feeling of déjà vu”
…
Thank you.
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Romantic Dominant
February 3, 2021 at 5:21 pm
Smiles. Thank you.
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