Open Poetry #48 |
Le Parfum du Pain ( Embrasse moi ) |
OLIAS Senior Member
since 2000-06-20
Posts 1090Pearl city Iowa |
Le parfum de pain (embrasse moi) It was a black sobranie evening, A midnight blue Brioni night, couture and Cartier pleasure, that second skin. To caress watered silk, held taught in a Gaultier embrace, hands locked in slow dance, Patek Phillippe grinding oyster perpetual. To feel that silken thigh, Victoria revealed. To nuzzle soft against pearl soaked Chanel, timeless as Moët and Chandon. Memories invoked Beausoliel to Monaco, Hotel de Paris, Ferrari red by moonlight. Francs on baize at the passe, we walked barefoot to the harbor. As dawn rose Chanel was lost, to the glorious boulangerie. Is this heaven? |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
bonjour and hello olias, what vivid memories, you spend a very good time in France and share the best, thanks for the graceful poem, have anice day yann |
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OLIAS Senior Member
since 2000-06-20
Posts 1090Pearl city Iowa |
Thanks for reading 2islander2 much appreciated Is this heaven? |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
a nice pleasure to read...James |
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