Cuties outside the Quai Branly,
sipping champagne on the street,
as they stare with starry eyed wonder at the ever present Eiffel Tower.
She had followed them all over the city,
always staring from the skyline,
blushing, hiding behind the soft clouds of the summer sky,
she had waited patiently for our heroines to arrive.
Standing tall as two sirens approach,
sipping champagne and smiling in selfies,
as the sun sparkles up above,
shining down on their happy afternoon,
and the Eiffel Tower’s bashful, blushing cheeks.
