Saturday 15 November 2014

Ma Petite Joelle


How I loved ma petite Joelle 
She so mesmerized my soul
Our affair was more than love
So much more than that toasty 
Warm, safe feeling of belonging
Of such utmost togetherness

Oh, how easy to yield to her
Like skipping through a fresh field 
Of those bright Gallic buttercups
Happy for us to mix with them
I savored her like a taster
Tending to subtly sip champagne

Those gentle secret kisses
Aware of a divine promise
Hints of a sexual encounter
How we lingered over each touch
Our palates urged us on for more
But keep it a secret? Mais non!


Image from www.dailymail.co.uk

12 comments:

  1. A delightful weaving of the words - Oui! Oui!

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  2. The words themselves seem to suggest a way to go.

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  3. Smiles. :)

    I enjoyed this from the picture through the last word. You almost made me love her too!

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  4. Lovely use of those pesky words!

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  5. Gallic buttercups...enchanting enough themselves..too good to keep secret bien sur

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  6. nice... mais oui.

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  7. Love a poem with a little French in it! Pretty.

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  8. There is a subtle sweetness to this.

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  9. Oh, but some of us just can't help sharing the secret, lol...

    Elizabeth

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  10. Honestly, I forgot this was a Wordle. Nicely done.

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  11. Very seductive and interesting with the insertion of the French words

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  12. Good for him...x ~ Nice wording, not noticed

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