ROSALIE S. LAMORLIÈRE.
paris france. 1996. the heat of the summer sun. a daughter born into good fortune luxury and charm. where bubble baths are overfilled adorned with candles and bottles of champagne. where a curvaceous figure is draped in intricate jewelry. diamonds. pearls. silver and gold. rings on well-manicured hands. she has high cheekbones a wealth of blonde hair and big brown eyes that resemble balls of fire. sultry pink lips. she wears expensive lingerie and perfume. the smell of vanilla lingers in the air. she dresses in lace and velvet. silk. dresses made for twirling. or the french ballet. the elegance of a ballroom. lavish parties. fancy dinners. the fluid movement of dancers. slow dancing. the intimacy of the near touch. love letters. invitations on quality stationery. secret rendezvous. the exchange of poetry. the heat of passion. whispered secrets. trust. thank you notes. calligraphy. magnificent architecture. high ceilings. ornate details. murals. impressionist paintings. tapestries in rich s. gorgeous piano melodies. old romance movies. waiting for ink on fresh parchment to dry. journals from years ago stacked in a closet. broken spines on beloved books. handwritten notes. bread rising in the oven. windows with a view. pomegranates. dark chocolate and red wine. dark and as sweet as sin it’s the life of an heiress. say hello if that is what you desire. 1 hour ago