Her style was over the top sweet, nearly sugary. Never subtle. Some might say flowery, yes flowers on everything, and certainly pink with splashes of gold. Her world was a garden of delights.
Perfume too, in ultra feminine French antique bottles. With hints of Italian powder, and Egyptian rose. She imagined a girlie bar, where sweet liquors were cached in perfume bottles. "Divine Secret," she laughed pouring seduction towards fantasy.
"If you must tease me, spoil me by…tossing in some jewels." She said as she caressed his face, aiming her big brown eyes deep into his pockets.
Then she grabbed his hand slipped it under her chemise, biting her lip she teased, "Carve my name in your heart, pleeeeeeeeeeeeease."
He trembled asking her, "May I charm you by wearing roses in my hair? Come let’s dance under the moon?" He carried his torch high above her head. She followed stumbling on purpose just to feel his arm tight around her waist..
"Oh no no no!" She giggled, as she toyed with his hair, twisting it around her little finger, giving it a pull. "Dance with me, let me feel the stars, untie my pearls with your words, Ah yes, sing me your love song in long soft notes!"
Photos: Bits and pieces of French romance that hide inside me.
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