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Paris

07 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/Faded Romantic

Art by Hamish Blakely

 
3 Comments

Posted by on February 7, 2022 in D/s, Erotica, Music, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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3 responses to “Paris

  1. SCM

    February 7, 2022 at 5:22 pm

    No new but always lovely to imagine a warm summer in the middle of winter in a so amazing city…

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  2. thereluctantpoet

    February 8, 2022 at 1:28 pm

    Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.

    Liked by 1 person

     

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