Passion (continued)



The night was far too cold and my time in this Cafe would be far too short I knew. What could one do? The money had run out once more I had to keep moving, yet, here she was! Her velveteen voice brought me back from the concrete roads of my troubles once more. She was smiling at me with those perfect teeth and cherubic lips as she said "You might try the chicken tonight...it is usually always good." Good? I laughed to myself; if she only knew how very good things were right now. Trying hard not to follow her eyes too tight, I said "the chicken it is then......sounds like the perfect dinner tonight" Her left hand was a liquid flow of movement over the little pad in her other hand; more of that 'right feel' nimbly sliding up and down my spine.

She turned to leave with my desires. Her hair sailing free amongst the florescent touch of the lights, the light glittering through the strands of her hair as they came to light in a frame around her oval face. I hesitated, and then asked, "May I ask what your name is dear Lady?" Looking over her soft shoulder with that same smile once more, she said "My name? Why, it is Passion. What is yours, Sir?".