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WANT

whiskey lips
peach wine tongue
anticipation
yearning
need
WANT
pink nails dragging
hard muscle
long deep sigh
breathe in
breathe out
language all our own
clinging
exploring
discovering
pure pleasure
relief
bliss
one final kiss

Of sweets and Paris...

I remember Paris, Oh! So well,
went there so many times as a child,
 the gabled windows at Montmartre,
and the Seine’s whispers mild.
The Pont du Alexander in grandeur,
and the blinking Eiffel lights,
Champs Elysees taking my breath,
and merry laughter by the nights.
Notre Dame of Hugo’s Hunchback,
the signs of intellectual ferment,
the story of fall of the Bastille,
still evoke my childhood dormant...
The allure of the Mona Lisa,