Anna and the French Kiss
Anna had been sent to school in Paris France,
she was not feeling great about leaving her friends;
but Paris was such a beautiful city to behold,
and soon she had found a new group of pals.
She did miss home very much and felt like crying,
that is until she met Etienne, oh, he was sweet;
so handsome and so sexy with his wavy long dark hair,
Anna, dreamt of running her fingers through it.
When Etienne spoke she would watch his lips,
oh, she longed to kiss him but they were not there;
until one evening at a party in a place with gardens,
he asked her to go for a walk and she said yes.
The garden was lush and green with flowers dripping,
with a pond where white swans and ducks drifted;
they came upon a bench and sat together talking,
until, they were both getting aroused.
Etienne, whispered in her ear- kiss me Anna, please;
and this is what she had been waiting for;
she stroked his beautiful hair holding it in her hands,
and placed her lips on his, in a gentle kiss.
Etienne, whispered again, open your mouth Anna,
and when she did he slid his tongue inside;
swirling it around and leaving her wanting more,
and she felt the need to do the same to him.
The kiss left them breathless and full of passion,
oh Etienne what kind of a kiss is this I wonder;
this, he murmurs into her hair is a French Kiss,
she sighs- I am liking Paris more each day !
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August 27, 2021
Poetry/Verse/Anna and The French Kiss
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1384-777-27
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Anna and the French Kiss
sponsor, Mystic Rose Rose, Judged 09/11/2021
First Place
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