THE PARIS KISS

On the corner of a Paris street,
In France so far away,
Lovely things can happen,
On any given day

In the evening rain of Paris,
A woman out of place,
Fearful of her future,
Yet with excitement on her face.
Her world had changed, now here she was,
A woman seeking love,
So many miles away from home,
What was she thinking of?
But where and when, how long it’d take,
Would she ever love again?
The ache and need stormed over her,
Like the rain upon her skin.
With water streaming down her cheeks,
Her tears not unobserved,
But witnessed from the shadows,
By a man upon the curb.
She’d caught his eye, and then his breath,
And stunned, he took quick steps,
Toward the beauty standing there,
He had to taste such lips.
Sweet hunger over-took him,
As he smelled her sweet perfume,
Then as he reached her, time stood still,
Beneath that Paris moon.
Startled she looked up to find,
Him just a breath away
She tried to run, but couldn't move,
She knew she had to stay.
Her heart beat fast, her lips went dry,
Her knees began to shake.
Was this a vision, just a dream,
Or was she wide awake?
When he touched her trembling hand,
She knew that he was real,
And couldn’t help but wonder,
Just how his lips would feel.
He slowly bent his face to hers,
Lips melted into bliss,
She danced within the arms of love
And thrilled to their first kiss.

Donna Sue Berry
17th January, 2010