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"Desire walk's on"
I met a beautiful young girl while in Marseille.
(If you're gonna ask me if she was French- I'm gonna punch you.)
Her hair was long, dark, and braided.
(They just call 'em braids Here.)
She had the most incredible perfume, Eau de something or other.
I was following her all around, just to inhale her fragrance.
She thought I was a handsome American man, and she enjoyed the attention i was giving her. She explained to me that she had to sell all her pastries, in order for her to afford to go to the show tonight.
The guys back at the ship didn't mind that I showed up with a box of 6 dozen fresh French pastries.
I grabbed one on my way back out, as I headed to the show. My new found love by my side.
We walked arm in arm, as the whistles and cat call's made their rounds.
I didn't think she minded at all. My Beautiful Marseille Maiden.
For she had found passion in a man from the seven sea's, an American at that.
Sitting together closely at the theater, my hands lost in her Beautiful hair, my lips as close as I dare.
All I can tell you, as an Officer and a Gentleman-
Was that she returned my passion, and to tell you more, just wouldn't be fair.
Desire walk's on...
Kelly. (Written on the spot, impromptu.)
I met a beautiful young girl while in Marseille.
(If you're gonna ask me if she was French- I'm gonna punch you.)
Her hair was long, dark, and braided.
(They just call 'em braids Here.)
She had the most incredible perfume, Eau de something or other.
I was following her all around, just to inhale her fragrance.
She thought I was a handsome American man, and she enjoyed the attention i was giving her. She explained to me that she had to sell all her pastries, in order for her to afford to go to the show tonight.
The guys back at the ship didn't mind that I showed up with a box of 6 dozen fresh French pastries.
I grabbed one on my way back out, as I headed to the show. My new found love by my side.
We walked arm in arm, as the whistles and cat call's made their rounds.
I didn't think she minded at all. My Beautiful Marseille Maiden.
For she had found passion in a man from the seven sea's, an American at that.
Sitting together closely at the theater, my hands lost in her Beautiful hair, my lips as close as I dare.
All I can tell you, as an Officer and a Gentleman-
Was that she returned my passion, and to tell you more, just wouldn't be fair.
Desire walk's on...
Kelly. (Written on the spot, impromptu.)
'Night Shadows of Passerby'
Night shadows of passerby,
Men in expensive tailored suits,
Italian shoes that echo my mind.
Beautiful women on their arms,
Satisfied with the one.
Sultry music from the back alley pub,
Drinks lined up in shots,
Cheers and jeers for the dancer,
Tips with hopes of forget-me-nots.
My soul calls me home,
At the lonely wail of the saxophone.
Winter wind blows past me,
As I scrunch up my duster
and duck my head deeper under my hat.
Invisible to the night shadows,
Of passerby.
-Kelly.
'Map of the World'
"Map of the World"
My face has shadows that transform into smiles at the mere thought of you.
In the mirror, I see a map of the world, it's treasures burned deep into my skin. My beard, the contrast of greys and whites, with harlequin flecks of brown and gold. My eyes even smile. They have seen the sunset's and sunrise's of the Mediterranean, and my skin is tan and leathery from it's golden warm rays. My thirst has been quenched with Ale's from Amsterdam and Helsinki, Belgium and Kiel, and even Perth, London and Marseille. But I don't let my travels device me.
Of all the places I've been, all the adventures I've had, and all of the people I'
'Coming Home'
All day long, and into the night, I felt a presence.
Couldn't quite put my finger on it, but there was definitely a presence felt.
Something touching me, or someone.
My uneasiness tugged at my gut,
neck hairs pricked.
Home alone, July 6th, a day that should have been normal, but it was anything but.
Someone or something was with me, watching me. It's a feeling that I've had before, but that day, it was thick in the air, the early summer heat pounding my head, my skin.
I tried to shake it with a cold beer, its golden elixir going down like rocky mountain water.
That's when it happened.
I turned around, someone standing a few feet behind me.
"
'Angel's Breath'
"Angel's Breath"
Soft blush red, shades of pastel pink,
Chablis glass stained-
Tastes of rose petals, cherry blossoms, even bubblegum, once.
Luscious Lips-
Wet and hungry,
Starving for touch.
Tempting my desire,
Setting my blood on fire.
Pearly whites bite down,
Pouty lips in a seductive frown.
Oh, what you can do to me,
With those decadent lips-
I pull you closer,
With the softness
Of my fingertips.
I kiss you, with everything
I got,
Holding back nothing-
Full on, open mouth, tongue in play,
A kiss that stays with you,
Throughout the night, and into the next day.
Angels breath,
Taking my breath away.
-Kelly.
© 2016 - 2024 KellySeale
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Cute, lovely story. Well done!