She wanted Paris and I wanted her.
She wanted Paris and I wanted her. “Paris at dusk,”
We stood by the River Seine. I embraced my Katie and she held my hand against her chest. Her eyes were dreamy and her faint smile told me she was content. She asked me. How many lovers stood on this bridge? How many people had crumble to the spirit of the ancient city? Allowing their fears of love to flee and abandon their refrain to hide their enter secrets and wants?
I told her. The taboo of new world fear can blind the people who do not believe in love. We must eat away from the past and open new doors and places for the hope and the comfort of love. The ritual of love is simple. We must open doors of the unknown and be fearless. Love should be free like a a running river without restraint or rules. She smiled and asked. How far away are we from the hotel? I told her we are very near and we must buy some good wine. We found a open wine and liquor store. Katie spend on hour selecting some sweet red wine and some French cognac. The wine store had a warehouse of good wine. Katie was in paradise and she read each bottle looking at place of birth and age. I sat near the front door and drank espresso. I paid for two bottles of wine and the cognac. We walked back to the hotel holding hands like young lovers overtaken by love. She would stop and give me a gentle kisses than keep walking. The dusk was coming and Katie was feeling the tiredness of the long train ride and the long walk throughout the city of lights.
We arrived at the hotel. I took a shower and Katie stayed by the window. The city of Paris was coming alive. The city lights were bright and glorious. Katie was in heaven. She watch the night people come alive to roam the cafes and the dance clubs. She dropped her dress and listen to the running water. Her mind didn’t want sleep. She needed a triple espresso and no sleep tonight. She wanted to join the people of Paris. Feel the energy of the night. She came to me in the shower. She stood behind me and wrapped her arms around me. She begin to bite my neck and kiss my ears. She rubbed her soft body against me. She asked me. I want to do a midnight walk. Find a triple espresso and a dark night club. I want me and you to inhale the city into our lungs. Fall to her mystery. I want us to share kisses by the Seine River and for me to lift my dress and you to take advantage of me. She left me wanting more and she went back to her window. I finished the shower thinking of my beautiful Katie.
I came out of the bathroom and I saw Katie standing nude by the window. The small night light showed me her perfect body. A woman body, curves and strong legs made me stop and gazed at her. She was seizing the city up and I didn’t want to interrupt her peace and happiness. I sat on the bed and adored her form. The night light making her look like a waiting goddess or muse. I was in paradise. I knew rarely does a woman allow you in to her place of comfort. Allow you to know their strength and weaknesses. She turned to me and she waved me to come over to her. I went to her. I wrapped my arms around her cupping her breast and kissing her neck. She moved her body closer against me. She was tying to make us become one. Her warm skin enticed my want and I tried to bring her closer. I kissed her shoulders and neck and I whispered. I want to be forever to be lost in the bliss of your kiss and embrace. She reached her right hand to my groin area. Slowly caressing my groin area. She raised her butt up and she put my penis into her warmth of her body and pushed her ass tightly against me . We stood and held the embrace. She begin to move with a slow pace and she whispered. We must hurry my lover.
I want the triple espresso and this night had just began.
Coyote/John Castellenas
Poetry by the Paris sky.
I watched her dress slowly. She knew I like when she dressed for me. She wore a long red dress that covered her nude legs to protect her from from the chill of the Paris night. Her shoulders were free to be seen in the neck-less dress. I observed her with a artist vision. Her perfect curves and body made me know. She had Paris and I had her. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. She put her sweater on and a red scarf. She told me. You promised me a night walk through the city of lights. Are you ready? I slipped on my shoes and we wandered out to the city of Paris.
I like the Latin Quarter. It was filled with life and activity. Even with the chill in the air. We walked toward the Seine River. A lot of people were walking and the city was filled with energy and hope. Most of the people smiled at us and gave silence hellos. Each with their lover and having places and plans to accomplished. We heard music by the river. Three young Russians students were playing violins, guitar and singing. They had a cowboy hat for donations. We walked up and tossed some money into the cowboy hat and they asked for any request. I asked for Pretty woman. A song for my Goddess friend. They smiled and told us. Your wish is our comment. They played the song with skill as me and Katie found a nearby bench to sit and listen. Katie asked can we sit here and listen for a minute. I like them. They are the reason Paris is alive and well. The Gypsy spirit will never leave the city. I smiled and I gave her a kiss. I said anything you want. The next four days are for you. You made me want to be alive again. I want to see you smile and content. She sat close to me leaning her body near and whispered. Thank you my lover. I brought out my pen/paper and I wrote some words.
Les Deux magot
I wished I drank with Mr. Hemingway.
He knew the good wine and strong alcohol.
I wonder did he meet ladies of mystery here.
Did he write the great book here drinking his wine?
I sit with my lover today and I wonder.
What would Hemingway do today in Paris?
The red scarf
My beloved love her red scarf.
My gift to her on our third date.
I remembered she wrapped the scarf around her shoulders.
Did a dance stripping her clothing off for me. She fell to the floor, taking off the red scarf and she whispered,
as she wrapped the scarf around my back and brought my face to her face.
She told me this red scarf will make you dream of me forever.
She was right.
Beautiful Katie
Beautiful Katie knew.
My heart was dead. She gave me sweet whispers of hope with her gentle voice.
Made me dream and learn I was worthwhile.
She taught me. We must feel needed to be alive.
Her gestures of love made a neglected heart come alive.
Intangible hunger and dreams brought two together.
Dreams of splendor and faint smile of joy.
Leave the old Poet hoping and dreaming for more.
City of lights
Endless energy and reflection of old and new.
Leave the city of life, safe from the naysayers of love.
Love is free and never diminish in the cradle of ancient myth and modern love.
Dear Paris. She lay bare her secrets and new lovers lay new exposure to where love is free and safe.
A domain for the wild in spirit and the brave in heart.
Thank you City of lights for allowing lovers to find peace and joy in your arms.
Katie told me. No more writing Johnnie. You promise me some real wildness tonight. We are here to express what people in closed and locked doors cannot understand. We must work hard to keep passion alive and well. No sissies in the game of love. I want bold, untamed love. I want you to take me at-will. I will you to remember me. I want to be your last and first thoughts. You are my lover and I’m your lover. I want you to dream of me when you are away and I want you to yearn for me when I’m near. I want not to refrain and hold secrets. Tell me everything you need and I will tell you what I need. I reached over and kissed beautiful Katie. I told her. I have you now and this is what I need.
Coyote/John Castellenas