You picked me up from the airport and we decided to go have lunch in that lovely city we both love. It took us a while to drive there, but we made it just along the street leading to the Crescent. What a view! Old memories coming back. We had a late lunch in a small café and reacquainted with one another. We ordered the same food, we seem to have the same tastes. I had a delicious glass of red wine tasting of redcurrant.
When we left the café, you took my hand and told me I was just the right size to hold your hand comfortably. Our fingers entwined and my heart was racing. I could not believe I was here with you after such a long wait. We walked to the Crescent. There was this seagull that was scratching the lawn in the park looking for worms we supposed, we stared at it for a while and laughed. You then took me by the waist and kissed me there. What a delicious, breathtaking kiss this was. My hands in your back were grabbing your jacket. I could not have enough of you. A kiss on the Royal Crescent was more than I would have expected. We then continued our stroll around the block and down the side to the park. I told you of my belief in spirits and about the ghost walk I took in my young days when they would take you around on a dark foggy night to all the haunted places and tell you about the ghost lady clad in an 18th century dress, who appears now and then on certain nights near the Pump Room.
When we left the café, you took my hand and told me I was just the right size to hold your hand comfortably. Our fingers entwined and my heart was racing. I could not believe I was here with you after such a long wait. We walked to the Crescent. There was this seagull that was scratching the lawn in the park looking for worms we supposed, we stared at it for a while and laughed. You then took me by the waist and kissed me there. What a delicious, breathtaking kiss this was. My hands in your back were grabbing your jacket. I could not have enough of you. A kiss on the Royal Crescent was more than I would have expected. We then continued our stroll around the block and down the side to the park. I told you of my belief in spirits and about the ghost walk I took in my young days when they would take you around on a dark foggy night to all the haunted places and tell you about the ghost lady clad in an 18th century dress, who appears now and then on certain nights near the Pump Room.
Will you be able to see the ghosts of the two happy lovers kissing and walking down that Crescent next time you return there, I wonder?
2 comments:
I have no doubt the spectre of your passion will linger over the Royal Crescent, will mingle with the ghosts of lovers past for many days to come.
Achingly, hauntingly beautiful, Frenchy... xx
I long to hear more xxx
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