A kiss at the Eiffel Tower ... Written by Zoleka Mandela.
They would meet at the Eiffel tower, it would change one night in Paris.
He watched her from a distance, counting the number of times she licked her lips.
It seemed as if her lips spoke so many words, words only meant for his.
She wore a red coat identical to the red roses he carried and she adjusted her curls, right after checking her make-up.
He loved to watch her, even the night's stars and moon could not compete.
She was entirely beautiful to watch, even Picasso could never capture such beauty.
She looked around and glanced at her wrist watch, she had just landed in Paris and hadn't realised that her wrist watch was on the wrong time.
He wore a black and white berett, a grey sued coat and black slacks.
Their eyes met and they walked towards each other.
She looked down to compose herself and looked up to see him smiling at her.
It felt as if her heart escaped her body, she wondered whether he could tell how nervous she was.
He held her hand in his, kissed his thumb and placed it on her hand.
She took in the warm and sweet fragrance of the red roses while he gently took a hold of her hand and led her to a cordoned area.
There were rose petals scattered on the floor, thirty one candles surroundig them, a bottle of champagne and strawberry filled champagne flutes.
He poured the champagne and she was mesmerized by the bubbles surrounding the strawberries.
She felt as if she were the strawberries in the glasses and he the tiny bubbles lifting her up from the bottom of the glass.
They took a sip of their champage, the bubbles filled their mouths.
He took their glasses and placed them on the ledge.
Reached out for her hand and pulled her closer towards him.
His other hand, he placed on her waist.
Their heads moved towards each other, he held her cheek and brought her lips closer to his.
She breathed heavily as he began kissing her forehead.
He kissed her eyes, kissed her cheeks, kissed her nose and kissed her chin.
The clock struck midnight, they closed their eyes and they kissed.
They kissed for what felt like hours.
He kissed her many times over, she could not help but melt in his arms.
There's never been such a perfect fit like the locking of a lover's first kiss ...
They would meet at the Eiffel tower, it would change one night in Paris.
He watched her from a distance, counting the number of times she licked her lips.
It seemed as if her lips spoke so many words, words only meant for his.
She wore a red coat identical to the red roses he carried and she adjusted her curls, right after checking her make-up.
He loved to watch her, even the night's stars and moon could not compete.
She was entirely beautiful to watch, even Picasso could never capture such beauty.
She looked around and glanced at her wrist watch, she had just landed in Paris and hadn't realised that her wrist watch was on the wrong time.
He wore a black and white berett, a grey sued coat and black slacks.
Their eyes met and they walked towards each other.
She looked down to compose herself and looked up to see him smiling at her.
It felt as if her heart escaped her body, she wondered whether he could tell how nervous she was.
He held her hand in his, kissed his thumb and placed it on her hand.
She took in the warm and sweet fragrance of the red roses while he gently took a hold of her hand and led her to a cordoned area.
There were rose petals scattered on the floor, thirty one candles surroundig them, a bottle of champagne and strawberry filled champagne flutes.
He poured the champagne and she was mesmerized by the bubbles surrounding the strawberries.
She felt as if she were the strawberries in the glasses and he the tiny bubbles lifting her up from the bottom of the glass.
They took a sip of their champage, the bubbles filled their mouths.
He took their glasses and placed them on the ledge.
Reached out for her hand and pulled her closer towards him.
His other hand, he placed on her waist.
Their heads moved towards each other, he held her cheek and brought her lips closer to his.
She breathed heavily as he began kissing her forehead.
He kissed her eyes, kissed her cheeks, kissed her nose and kissed her chin.
The clock struck midnight, they closed their eyes and they kissed.
They kissed for what felt like hours.
He kissed her many times over, she could not help but melt in his arms.
There's never been such a perfect fit like the locking of a lover's first kiss ...
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