Have you ever felt you were exactly where you were supposed to be? When you were supposed to be and with the person you were supposed to be with? Have you ever felt the spiritual connection with someone at your core and just couldn’t explain it?
Night has fully fallen and Notre Dame has taken on a whole new dimension. The gargoyles are guarding the cathedral and the city.
The hues of blues, purples and pinks in the sky amaze me. We walk to the Rue de Rivoli and follow the river to the metro stop. We watch the sunset over the water, holding each other tight. The sky lights up like fire, with the virga from the rains not quite coming to the ground, but giving the sky an astounding image.
His kisses are sweet and slow, his embrace warm and loving, his love-making, giving and demanding at the same time. Energetic and gentle, he’s a considerate lover.
He opens the door for me and lets me the enter my apartment first. Suddenly from behind, he sweeps me into his arms. I squeak in protest and slight embarrassment. I’m not a little woman. Think of those paintings by Ruben, those women lounging around with just a few more curves, yeah, that’s me.
He is not anxious to leave me either, as he holds my hand and walks me up the narrow staircase to my flat.I reach for my key and fumble with it, he takes it and smoothly unlocks my door and smiles as he gives me a sideways glance with mischievous brown eyes.
The lights are bright and the Paris city is preparing for it’s party time. I truly feel like Dorothy now. I’m not in Kansas anymore and am definitely over the rainbow.