I wrote this poem last night about this bouncer I met at a club the other night in France. Have never spoken a word to him but I keep running into him by chance....
" Mon chocolat au trésor "
Chiseled features/
Skin smooth & sleek/
Move extra smooth/
Don't miss a beat/
Eyes piercing mine/
I can feel the heat/
Is he reading my mind?/
Is all I can think/
Never had the pleasure to finally meet/
standing so tall upon thy two feet/
Eyes so deep I can't ponder/
Filled with mysterious wonder/
That's why the magnitude is Great & I must return/
Mon chocolat au trésor is reminiscent of a dream/
The night I longed to speak thy native tongue/
Kiss thy cheek til your heart's undone/
Breathe past your neck til' the chill dilludes peril/
Handsome is my chocolat treasure/
You make me dream of new things to come/
All these thoughts but the words I've spoken are none/
I have only the gazes we have shared/
Silent conversations that only we were aware/
Yet I know somehow the magnitude of the connection is rare/
I cherish the chiseled features of a man so smooth and debonair/
I spotted one night while the France lights I perused/
I kept thinking... /
A man of this measure I had been deprived/
1:00pm France 6 hours ahead of EST time
As always remember to be "REEL" and stay on the MOVE!
"Purple Reels The Go Getter"
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" Mon chocolat au trésor "
Chiseled features/
Skin smooth & sleek/
Move extra smooth/
Don't miss a beat/
Eyes piercing mine/
I can feel the heat/
Is he reading my mind?/
Is all I can think/
Never had the pleasure to finally meet/
standing so tall upon thy two feet/
Eyes so deep I can't ponder/
Filled with mysterious wonder/
That's why the magnitude is Great & I must return/
Mon chocolat au trésor is reminiscent of a dream/
The night I longed to speak thy native tongue/
Kiss thy cheek til your heart's undone/
Breathe past your neck til' the chill dilludes peril/
Handsome is my chocolat treasure/
You make me dream of new things to come/
All these thoughts but the words I've spoken are none/
I have only the gazes we have shared/
Silent conversations that only we were aware/
Yet I know somehow the magnitude of the connection is rare/
I cherish the chiseled features of a man so smooth and debonair/
I spotted one night while the France lights I perused/
I kept thinking... /
A man of this measure I had been deprived/
Mon chocolat au trésor , the sexiest man alive.
1:00pm France 6 hours ahead of EST time
As always remember to be "REEL" and stay on the MOVE!
"Purple Reels The Go Getter"
http://www.youtube.com/purplereels
http://www.twitter.com/purplereels
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