Anna and the French Kiss
Seduced by the tongue of Paris
spellbound by a gentle “Bonjour Madame”
the scent of distant Croissants beckoned her
to an ambrosial awakening.
She savored the delicate crustiness
her dress and hair dancing on the breeze
aware of a subtle sensuousness
awakened by the shadow of the tower
A wry smile tickled her lips – remembering
the gentle touch of a patient seduction.
Passersby smiled, nodded knowingly.
Anna had succumbed to the kiss of France.
8/19/2021
Anna And The French Kiss Poetry Contest
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2021
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