It was a chilly evening,
The sun lazily finding it’s way beyond the horizon;
I was lazying around in my room too really,
Fresh from a decent nap.
It was the perfect day to fall in love.
A previously forgotten thought struck my subconscious.
I was late for my first French lesson.
How exactly did it skip my mind?
It must be that dream…
I just hoped she won’t be so mad.
I couldn’t have my bath,
I was 20 minutes late already
And hey! It was pretty cold…
The cologne to the rescue then.
Five minutes later,
Stood afront my tutor’s door,
I was visibly shaking from the cold.
A gentle tap and the door opened in cue.
Behold, my tutor, fair and bright,
All dressed in a strapless pink flowery gown.
She beamed a magnificent smile at me
And ushered me into the amazingly warm and welcoming room.
She pulled out a chair for me and took her place on the bed.
With the pleasantries out of the way,
She proceeded to the lessons proper…
“Le français est assez facile à apprendre.”
I was caught off guard!
Her lips rolled around the words seductively,
Her voice soared at a high pitch with every word,
And her face expressed each syllable tightly,
Giving the sentence a perceived timbre.
“Commençons par les bases…”
It was then that I noticed her aura,
Filling every inch of the room,
Adding value and substance to every word.
With her hair plaited, the ponytails suspended
And her arms gesticulating in cue,
I was lost in the present.
Her voice filled the air and called my ears home;
I shifted on the chair as her chest heaved
And her breasts rose and fell in unison.
I gave in to the thoughts jumping in my head,
My mind travelled and my eyes followed her outline…
I beheld the sylph curled up in front of me,
And I blessed the day she agreed to tutor me!
WILL I EVER GET TO LEARN FRENCH?
One thing is certain though,
She’s sure to teach me “le baiser français très célèbre.”
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