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Small Café (Part Two Of Part Three)

Port of Saint Tropez
French Riviera


His strong arms wrapping around my waist
Moving my curls aside, kissing the back of my neck
The tip of his tongue circling my Creole skin
Leaning the back of my head against his chest wall
His palms cupping my breasts

“I hope I am laying in the bed within those beautiful thoughts of yours.”
Sqeezing me tighter to his naked nudity then kissing the side of my neck
Turning around in his arms, looking up into pools of dark brown eyes, so hypnotic
The pull of the attraction was something neither one of us could deny
Oh, he was so handsome, time has done him so well
His young mistress with such tender dreams, resonated in memories from such long a ago
Who now stood inches from me
Looking out into the far distance from his private living quarters in the stateroom of his yacht
The mirrored reflection of a moonlight miraged danced off the French Riviera

He uplifted my chin, his lips slowly descended on mine
A soft moan of carnal approval escaped my lips
Moving in closer, my breasts smashing up againt his hairy chest wall
His arms circling me drawing me even closer
Oh, to taste the aphrodisiac of a man’s hungry lips,
Lost in the emotions, softening me to the calling of his will
Inching my face back the moonlight illuminating
Bathing us in a blissful cocoon of time

“You’re still beautiful as the day I met you in Monaca.”
“Why don’t you go and get comfortable handsome man?”
“That I could do for the beautiful woman.”
He raised the 73-year-old half consumed bottle of French Burgundy from out the icy depth

He softly clasped my hand for the promises of what’s to come
He gave it a gentle squeeze and walked off the balcony
“The wine is to pour over you darling as I like where the streams take my tongue.”
He pivoted over his shoulder and winked at me, moving to his stateroom
Looking over my shoulder glancing through the carpeted floor and ceiling glassed partition
A smile took residence, upon my face, silently watching him loosening his tie

Part Two Of Part Three
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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I believe that without memories there is no life, and that our memories should be of happy times.

Lee Radziwill
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