Twas not for my beautiful Winnie, I’d be a lonely Man Indeed.
People don’t understand my fascination with beautiful things….An embroidered silk blouse. A fancy hat. Wearing Parisian flats and tinkling my toes in the pond. A good book. A glass of Chantilly (No Ice Please. Please No Ice!) . Succulent exotic fruits dipped in creme de menthe infused cream. A party favor – how lovely! Gold coins – oh the feel of it in your hands!
Scatting around town with light feet on a sunny morning. A light jog on a foggy beach (like a young Marilyn Monroe). A fur coat made of young fox – how perfectly devine. A single red rose – yes I do love you although I must admit tipsy on this champagne. Ballet in the park. Ballet in the dark.. yes simply BALLET ANYWHERE.
An oversexed kitten- I do fancy myself just that indeed. Silk pillows to lay ones head. Silk pajamas on a cool morning after that first sip of a Mimosa (dash a bit extra in for me love!) ah you do know me well.
A painting of me, kneeling, weeping into a willowed and heavily wooded creek while two winged faeries attempt to console me to no avail. A prancing white horse with princess carriage in tow. The snap of a pair of fresh white and tight briefs after a salt scrub.
The smell of Minolo Blahniks upon first opening the box. A single feather in a cap atop a handsome boatman’s head. A flick of a single drop of water that rest upon a leaf on a single tree in a field. A hummingbird in flight to make your heart dance circles. Fancy ketchup in glass bottles.
These are all those things of beauty that enrich my soul. And through it all – there is Winnie. Tis not for my beautiful Winnie, I’d be a lonely man indeed.