Music, Sex and Poetry

I am in artistic bliss wandering the streets of Paris , what a sexy city it is . If Paris was a woman she would be a dark venus , mystical , enchanted , possessed by love, both innocent and yet all knowing. She would be a sublime seductress and yet you would believe she was created just for you , she would be all curves and breasts , ivory skin and raven black hair , the most hypnotising lips and eyes you could get lost in forever , she would inspire you to do things you never dreamed you would do. She would be the muse that inspires your greatness. Yes Paris is ... all you've heard of and more. I know why so many artists came from here, the pavements breath poetry and the veiws say , "Who dares not to paint me ". I could easily get lost here for a month or two , hide out in some little room with a veiw in Saint Germaine, fall in love, write poetry, sit in the old square on a bench with my guitar and sing songs about eternal poetic things. Gonna do it some time soon. Tommorrow of course I will take some red roses and go visit the grave of my favorite rock and roll poet , Jim Morrison, that's like a pilgrimige for me. He was my original muse and intro into the mythical world of rock , so tommorrow is my equivalent of going to the motherland . I sometimes have felt sad that he died here a long way from his friends and support ,but hey if your a poet Paris is not a bad place to go. San Germain is my favorite area right now , but for some reason everytime I'm down there, I get followed by French men of all ages, from the sugar daddies to the young guys. They politely ask, "would you like to have a drink ?"It's kind of flattering and funny , I guess the belief here is everyone is here to fall in love at least for a night or two. As yet there is no sign of Johnny Depp though.
Anyway a french kiss from me here in Paris,
Zoe x