A Parisian Holiday: In His Kiss

We sat on the rooftop with the city lights as our backdrop, devouring those sweet chocolate crêpes and sipping on wine from glasses that Moscow brought up from his apartment.

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A Parisian Holiday: An Unexpected Dinner Date

Moscow ordered for both of us in perfect French. I listened closely and gathered we were starting with a soup of some kind and then a dish with prawns and more red wine. 
The server returned shortly with slices of warm baguette in a bread basket. “Merci!” we both chimed enthusiastically. It seemed that Moscow liked warm bread as much as me. Well, despite his nickname, he was French!

A Parisian Holiday

It was an unseasonably warm spring day outside of a small café on boulevard de la Tour Maubourg in the heart of Paris, I sat taking in the sights and sounds of the city. In the distance, I could just make out the lights from the Eiffel Tower as the sun made room for nightfall. Cars rolled along and people strolled by on their way home or to an evening of magic in this city of wonder. It was shaping up to be the perfect Parisian evening.

Summer Nights in LA

A toast to summer, glasses rise, so does fate. Painted flames light the sky to help celebrate. Hot days, cool nights, warm hugs, cold drinks. Listen close, hold my tongue, talk less, don’t jinx. Spin the globe and choose the place to be... anywhere in this world, yet tonight you’re with me. We stare, we drift, we drink, we talk. We laugh, we share, we kiss, we walk. Pour the wine and cocktails, and the sugar between. Hold my hand, lead the way, through your eyes to be seen— A city entangled, embraces success. New buildings and parks, all contrived from a mess. You’ve seen it go up, and you’ve watched it fall down. You’ve embodied the heart and the soul of this town. Yet tonight, your attentions stray not but a mile. On this ride, touch my leg, start a flame, make me smile. Body to body, stoke the fires within. Heat the oil, rub my back, up and down, then begin. A night full of magic, soon enough to expire. My words led you here, on a path to desire. It’s ok, I can tell, you were moved in a way, to ensure I remember summer nights in LA.

First Draft Completed! Now Onto Revisions…

Remember the short story I've been working on -- Passion's Curse? Well, I finished my first draft! 
I really agonized over the ending and finally made a decision and just wrote it, knowing I would change it in the revisions to come. 
Again, I didn't love how the story was ending, but I committed to the writing and the first draft is done! It feels so good to have a completed draft of my first significant creative writing project.

Secret

With me, you bloom, you laugh, we ride. At home, you pull the petals back in and hide. You kiss my mouth and bite my lips. You slap my ass and squeeze my hips. You touch, you taste, you always savor. And as you fell, you became much braver. Your life away must always come first. But when you are gone, I fear the worst. Our romance is destined to be caught in a song, In a moment of time when the music comes on. I know what you need, I’ve seen your heart through your eyes. You’ve whispered, you’ve hinted, but you’re telling more lies. Your secret, my love, is safe with me... No soul has to know that you truly crave three.