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In Paris
I met him at Cafe D L'Epoque, hidden down a covered passageway, he watched me from his table and then came over; I found him quite handsome and his accent was real sexy, soon, we were sipping sweet red wine; and eating baguettes and Brie cheese. We talked about many things- and then we started walking, he held my hand, we went to the Arc De Triomphe, where we kissed and again at the Musee Du Louvre . . . We sat on a park bench feeding pigeons, I liked him a lot, and found myself inviting him to my hotel room! Oh, naughty girl. We closed the curtains on the Paris sun and lay on the bed, his lips were hungry on mine, both gentle and rough, he caressed my hair, whispering . . . my name; then our clothes were flung in all directions, our hands explored getting bolder and more urgent; and then . . . we were twirling and swirling in a dance of love, I was floating on the deep blue sea; and flying in the azure sky- then falling, falling, falling, we stayed in my room all the night and when he left, I stood at the window. . . did this happen, it is so surreal, perhaps, I dreamt it, perhaps it was just a sexy dream . . . _________________________ June 1, 2017 Narrative/In Paris Copyright Protected, ID 906097 Written for the contest, A Sexy Surreal sponsor, Lewis Raynes Seventh Place
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