a Paris Rose trois

A Paris Rose trois
"watching"


cloudless day with a soft sun
mildew fountains spray their sum
big oaks shade a lovers walkway
busy streets beeping paved

a city stroll thru shops and malls
fumar', when she feels the call
long legs narrow to heel and toe
a sexy seductress, a Paris Rose

around the fountain
of dolphins and gods
The Lady of Fashion
saw something odd

a Man and a woman in a heated kiss
a Paris Rose stopped to watch this
man hand's roaming over back and chest
openly massaging this woman's breast

park bench perched two love birds
wings wrapped around one another
expressing their love without shame
a Perrie' picture to Paris's fame

the woman's hand went to his crotch
a Paris Rose engrossed in the watch
a Lady of Fashion was breast mashin'
feeling the lovers, loving passion

short black and sassy hair
fingers answering desires dare
in the city of lovers exposed
"watching" was a Paris rose

the woman kneaded his demanding loin
he fingered upon her metric coin
buttons undone upon passion's call
a Paris rose against a spackled wall

the woman sat upon the man
grinding and squirming.
a Lady of Pari'
her finger's turning

explosive sound of pigeons galore
fibrant multiple flapping, upward
a cloud of swab in loud motion
circling and circling in rotation

two lovers settle into sensual hugs
a Lady of Fashion's wistful shrug
drawing her fingers from pantiless dress
licking each finger of sweet nectar bliss

a 'tootles' finger wiggling wave
sunglasses deep Voy dark shade
strolling the city of Paris's roads
watching, was a Paris Rose