Paris at dusk


Saga of a dreamer imagination, wisp and you. Paris at dusk.

A Chapter by Coyote Poetry

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                                 Saga of a dreamer imagination, wisp and you. “Paris at dusk.”She wanted Paris and I wanted her.   “Paris at dusk,”

We stood by the River Seine. I embraced my Katie and she held my hand against her chest. Her eyes were dreamy and her faint smile told me she was content. She asked me. How many lovers stood on this bridge? How many people had crumble to the spirit of the ancient city? Allowing their fears of love to flee and abandon their refrain to hide their enter secrets and wants?

I told her. The taboo of new world fear can blind the people who do not believe in love. We must eat away from the past and open new doors and places for the hope and the comfort of love. The ritual of love is simple. We must open doors of the unknown and be fearless. Love should be free  like a  a running river without restraint or rules. She smiled and asked. How far away are we from the hotel?  I told her we are very near and we must buy some good wine. We found a open wine and liquor store. Katie spend on hour selecting some sweet red wine and some French cognac. The wine store had a warehouse of good wine. Katie was in paradise and she read each bottle looking at place of birth and age. I sat near the front door and drank espresso. I paid for two bottles of wine and the cognac. We walked back to the hotel holding hands like young lovers overtaken by love. She would stop and give me a gentle kisses than keep walking. The dusk was coming and Katie was feeling the tiredness of the long train ride and the long walk throughout the city of lights.

We arrived at the hotel. I took a shower and Katie stayed by the window. The city of Paris was coming alive. The city lights were bright and glorious. Katie was in heaven. She watch the night people come alive to roam the cafes and the dance clubs. She dropped her dress and listen to the running water. Her mind didn’t want sleep. She needed a triple espresso and no sleep tonight. She wanted to join the people of Paris. Feel the energy of the night. She came to me in the shower. She stood behind me and wrapped her arms around me. She begin to bite my neck and kiss my ears. She rubbed her soft body against me. She asked me. I want to do a midnight walk. Find a triple espresso and a dark night club. I want me and you to inhale the city into our lungs. Fall to her mystery. I want us to share kisses by the Seine River and for me to lift my dress and you to take advantage of me. She left me wanting more and she went back to her window. I finished the shower thinking of my beautiful Katie.

I came out of the bathroom and I saw Katie standing nude by the window. The small night light showed me her perfect body. A woman body, curves and strong legs made me stop and gazed at her.  She was seizing the city up and I didn’t want to interrupt her peace and happiness. I sat on the bed and adored her form. The night light making her look like a waiting goddess or muse. I was in paradise. I knew rarely does a woman allow you in to her place of comfort. Allow you to know their strength and weaknesses. She turned to me and she waved me to come over to her. I went to her. I wrapped my arms around her cupping her breast and kissing her neck. She moved her body closer against me. She was tying to make us become one. Her warm skin enticed  my want and I tried to bring her closer.  I kissed her shoulders and neck and I whispered. I want to be forever to be lost in the bliss of your kiss and embrace. She reached her right hand to my groin area. Slowly caressing my groin area. She raised her ass up and she put my penis into her warmth of her body and pushed her ass tightly against me . We stood and held the embrace. She begin to  move with a slow pace and she whispered. We must hurry my lover. I want the triple espresso and this night had just began.

Coyote/John Castellenas

 

 

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