Ms. La Belle Rouge wished to read something romantic from my hand and I asked my Muse, she took me over three hundred years back and dressed me with one of the France Queens guards blue cloak with the golden enbroidered cross.
Ma petit Belle Rouge, ceci est pour vous.

Dark sky, like deep blue velvet embroidered
with more diamonds that you could count,
a finger of the moon by your window pointed
a Sleeping Beauty as looking inside I found.

Summer night, even the rocks were sweating
as I was, standing there still looking, I recount
when your green eyes suddenly were open
and without fear or shyness were looking back.

The amber colored silk sheet had slipped out,
immobile, nude, only dressed by moonlight
there you were, not even a little blush in your face,
just waiting for me, like a panther with desire.

We knew each other, you, one of the Grand Ladies,
me, a Queen’s Musketeer, and one not for hire,
you, a beauty like one of Versailles golden angels,
me, the one that among many you don’t look twice.

A owl reminded me which was past the second bell,
from the garden a jump took to land in your boudoir,
put down noiselessly the scabbard as I disrobed nude
you weren’t looking at my face, but you had a smile.

At my approach you moved to the middle of the bed,
with a sensuous inviting gesture resting on your back,
and I covered you with a body like a cold shadow
to melt my skin into your skin and suddenly be one.

Slowly rubbing our bodies against each other we forgot
that the universe is dragged by seconds by the time,
lubricated by our sweat we let the senses to take over
until that foreplay ignited the mother of all fires.

I whispered in your ear words that I never had said,
as I went deeper and deeper in you, my lover, inside,
where in thousand of eternities in ecstasy I exploded
and your kiss was fierce, tender, unforgettable and mine.

We didn’t slept, touching caresses roaming up and down,
exploring fingers ignited another fire before it was light,
after the passion was time for me discreet to leave, then
with a soft long moan, my love, you said goodbye.