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Two poets in love, A natural disaster, just waiting to happen... Ah, yes, I live in beautiful, beautiful old Paris, & as they say yes, yes, oui oui, Do you like my French accent Mon Cheri? Well good. You have your passport I take it? Bags are ready? Perfect, so here we go, Ahhhh yes, Let me take you for a ride, in a lovely old gondola, through the beautiful & peaceful, & placid canals of Venice, the romance capital of the WORLD, Or on a romantic moonlit stroll, in the city of love, hand in arm, down some worn old, cobble stone street, heels click, with a charming old lampost, to kiss, beneath, Incredibly beautiful that Eiffel tower, Or take you, for a heavenly ride, at the drop of a fateful hat, you sit by my side, we are drifting in a hot air barquilla, yes, Oui Mon Amour, as pursed lips, take careful sips, of delicious red roija, a candle burns, as melting wax drips, my heart just skips, cheers my darling, sampling one another's lips & roving eager fingertips, Quivering in a touch & wanting so much, This feels right, no? Beautiful tastes, of salty spicy Mahon, from the Islands of Menorca, tastes Europeans can appreciate, & so can we we can belong to the city, and really it's such a terrible pity, to stay in, come along, it isn't a sin, The bright lights, on the city's most tempting nights, I'll take you to the highest heights, relishing in the simple & sweet delights, something we shouldn't fight, I am right there with you, like a twisting kite,   kissing the wind, just board that flight, We are free in our wildness, they say, like Hemingway, & his, "Movable Feast" I wanna taste this memory, tonight, like beauty & the beast, I see you are so very beautiful, As Pablo Nerada is gently, nibbling on, & whispering in my ear, telling me, telling me telling me, of my most secret, secret fear, "You must give in to the night" As you tip my neck back, & come in for a slow attack, "Like a Puma in the barrens of Quitratue" stalking the night, & your lover loving her right, & the stars, as they are so brilliantly shining, on blood you are dining, try in vain to resist, this feeling it always persists, There's more, I promise my love, Wherever you wanna go, I'll paint the way, so whatta ya say? Lay next to me in the sweet, incandescent moonlight, I would love for you, to come along with me, I would LOVE to love you, Except I'm here, I'm not there, just take a little risky dare, I just wanna say I'd share, in something that I always swear, I think that we'd be quite a pair, no I guess isn't fair, doesn't matter though, cuz I don't care, Being a poet, it seems that I can take you, ANYWHERE. Cherie Nolan © 2016
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Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 6:43 PM UTC
Two Poets In Love
Two poets in love, A natural disaster, just waiting to happen... Ah, yes, I live in beautiful, beautiful old Paris, & as they say yes, yes, oui oui, Do you like my French accent Mon Cheri? Well good. You have your passport I take it? Bags are ready? Perfect, so here we go, Ahhhh yes, Let me take you for a ride, in a lovely old gondola, through the beautiful & peaceful, & placid canals of Venice, the romance capital of the WORLD, Or on a romantic moonlit stroll, in the city of love, hand in arm, down some worn old, cobble stone street, heels click, with a charming old lampost, to kiss, beneath, Incredibly beautiful that Eiffel tower, Or take you, for a heavenly ride, at the drop of a fateful hat, you sit by my side, we are drifting in a hot air barquilla, yes, Oui Mon Amour, as pursed lips, take careful sips, of delicious red roija, a candle burns, as melting wax drips, my heart just skips, cheers my darling, sampling one another's lips & roving eager fingertips, Quivering in a touch & wanting so much, This feels right, no? Beautiful tastes, of salty spicy Mahon, from the Islands of Menorca, tastes Europeans can appreciate, & so can we we can belong to the city, and really it's such a terrible pity, to stay in, come along, it isn't a sin, The bright lights, on the city's most tempting nights, I'll take you to the highest heights, relishing in the simple & sweet delights, something we shouldn't fight, I am right there with you, like a twisting kite,   kissing the wind, just board that flight, We are free in our wildness, they say, like Hemingway, & his, "Movable Feast" I wanna taste this memory, tonight, like beauty & the beast, I see you are so very beautiful, As Pablo Nerada is gently, nibbling on, & whispering in my ear, telling me, telling me telling me, of my most secret, secret fear, "You must give in to the night" As you tip my neck back, & come in for a slow attack, "Like a Puma in the barrens of Quitratue" stalking the night, & your lover loving her right, & the stars, as they are so brilliantly shining, on blood you are dining, try in vain to resist, this feeling it always persists, There's more, I promise my love, Wherever you wanna go, I'll paint the way, so whatta ya say? Lay next to me in the sweet, incandescent moonlight, I would love for you, to come along with me, I would LOVE to love you, Except I'm here, I'm not there, just take a little risky dare, I just wanna say I'd share, in something that I always swear, I think that we'd be quite a pair, no I guess isn't fair, doesn't matter though, cuz I don't care, Being a poet, it seems that I can take you, ANYWHERE. Cherie Nolan © 2016
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Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 6:43 PM UTC
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