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eiffel tower taeil
Illumination of the Eiffel Tower during the Universal Exhibition of 1889 - Georges Garen
La Tour Eiffel - Robert Delaunay, 1926
𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠 🗼♥️
“You know.. I have champagne in my room.."
He looked at me in surprise for a moment, and put on a sly face. ‘Bet.'
"Pick truth pick truth pick truth.."
"You shouldn’t have done that."
I leaned in his personal bubble, touched his chin with my index finger and looked in his eyes. For a moment it was only our eyes, mouths, heavy breaths, and the magnetic feel of attraction. I felt naked in front of him. He was examining every inch of me. "I loooove…-” I whispered, and as I felt him prepare for a kiss, leaning in ever so slowly, I came back to my senses for a moment, then leaned back.
“- challenges.” He looked bummed. I was too. Nevertheless, he continued as if the champagne actions hadn’t just unfolded in front of him.
It takes two to tango.
"You heard me. Kiss me.” It was so easy, so I leaned in. He stopped me.
“… After you listen to a song. What’s the rush for? We’re gonna be here all night.”
Our noses still touching each other, he sighed. His hot breath of champagne entered me, and I was no longer in a hotel room playing drunk truth or dare with him anymore.
'A song.’ He nodded, grinning.
He looked at me for a little while before he got up to put on a song on the TV. Glaring, one brow shot up; his way of thinking externally.
“I hope the first song you find is the longest song recorded by the Guinness world record”, I too proudly said, trying to hide my vulnerability when he was around. He stood hands across in front of the TV, surfing TV channels for any stations playing songs at 3 in the morning.
“I don’t know, Sugar.. I don’t want to keep you waiting too long. I know you’ve been trying to kiss me all night."
'Me?’ I chuckled. 'You’re the one who wants me to kiss you.'
Silence. Or as Shakespeare would say, halt.
He leaned against the wall, hands still across, remote control in hand, channel surfing. The never ending channel list shined on his face as he scrolled up and down, trying to find the perfect channel. The breeze blew and the curtains bellied and danced. Belly danced.
I examined the curtains and somehow admired them. They went up, and down, up, down, up. A peak of gold appeared within their soft sheer.
I rushed to the balcony, leaving him behind. Outside, everything was still, but the breeze still puckered her lips and blew softly. As I felt my first breeze outside, I looked up.
The Eiffel Tower; gold as ever, contrasting the devilish night, looked angelic. It gleamed at me. I felt so astonished, that I could not feel myself existing. My sight became my primary sense. Time stood still.
Yet records played, fresh coffee from nearby cafés steamed, new couples fell in love, the moonlight smiled, he.. was nowhere to be found.
'Come here,’ I called out to him, staring wide eyed at the glamorous, gold building. No answer. The channel list must be too long.
He had wanted my lips ever since he set his eyes on me. This was his only opportunity for him to have me for his own. Just for one night. Just tonight. My full body still remained motionless and unblinking, not bothering to repeat myself.
Then, I feel two warm hands at my waist, and hot breath on my neck, kissing me tenderly, leaving a damp line from my shoulder to my ears. I am brought back to earth. I am warm and alive and feeling. I do not turn for I already know how he tastes. My body recognizes him, for it knows his lips. And I do not frighten, for I know that he is mine, and I, like a bird in open air that knows its way, know that I belong to him. I have waited for this too long.
"Welcome to Paris.” He says in my ear, grasping at me, filling his palms with parts of me. I turn around to look at him, and as I did, the TV played; La Vie en Rose.
Can never go wrong with fridge magnet as a souvenir. Such a beautiful place.
“A walk about Paris will provide lessons in history, beauty, and in the point of Life.” – Thomas Jefferson.
Eiffel Tower, Paris 🇫🇷