A Poem: Paris. The Essence of My Urge.
Café Mabillon and Paris are one
the essence of my urge
To explore and test the limits
of a woman still in search
For happiness and peace of mind
so lost in desperation
A decade full of emptiness
Vincent, my inspiration
Oh how he romanced me away
as only French can do
So elegant a gentleman
he has no freaking clue
The peek he gave me into life
and France, the south, the sun
The quality of sunny days
that summer, so much fun
8 Years ahead I am again
café au lait, the same
My roots of moving out for good
all hidden in his name
Forever grateful I will be
though he will never know
My life has changed, all peacefully
his everlasting glow
On which I float and leave myself
feel what a day should bring
My Paris is so dear to me
at last my heart can sing
Again the song of Summer Love
though broken hearts remain
Yet love deserves an endless chance
I'm open to the pain
Of new and lovely butterflies
the touch, the feel, the yearn
The knowledge of uncertainty
but I've deserved and earned
The right to romance me away
to gracefully seduce
Who knows what Paris has in store
yet I'm the one to choose
To end my night alone again
though dinner was paid for
A toast to in dependency
to empty sex no more
Cause you can wine and dine and pay
and sweep me of my feet
It's more I need, so trigger me
if not you're merely sweet
So thank you very much monsieur
for making my night out
In Paris, Kong and Mabillon
exciting without a doubt
Signed: Escobana (who is back in her game:-)
