Parisian Spice  

eriedragon4 59M
2737 posts
2/15/2006 1:56 am

Last Read:
1/28/2007 12:24 pm

Parisian Spice

We met in the midnight blue
Her ghostly image shinned a moon hue
I watched her dance the tango
And seduce men on the rue
Where romance lingered in the dew

In Paris

painted by artists hunting inspirational flow
and writers enchanted by erotic trepidation
Sipping lattes between paragraphed woes
Lacking money in Montmartre desperation

In Paris

She opened wide one smoky night
Between the fog and a lantern’s light
I bathed between her perfumed trees
A black forest lush with mysteries

She smelled of cinnamon and orange spice
And as I close my eyes, I remember the delight
When I opened her folds, peeling the flesh of fruit
Then sucked and devoured temptation’s juice

In Paris

Her body melted into mine
That foggy eve on the bench by the Rhine
When we danced the tango on the rue
She seduced me then left me panting
Like a fool

In Paris

Under the evening’s midnight blue
Her ghostly image shinned a moon hue
And then she vanished
before the morning dew.





pinkplaytoyz 51F

2/15/2006 3:23 pm

Bravo!!


LadytoPleaseYou 65F
5447 posts
2/15/2006 1:28 pm

Thank you for this enchanting mental imagery to sustain me through the day

PENIS CHARMING....where are you?


southrnpeach333 52F

2/15/2006 8:54 am

hhhhhmmmmm, is it about Paris or a seductress or are they the same?


moonfire2u 71F
2602 posts
2/15/2006 4:49 am

Yes, erie, you continually take my breath away...

kind thoughts,
Moonfire

PS...I also love your pictures...very vintage erotica


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