Caressed

The curvature of her lower back 
and the softness of her modest chest 
had sent a shiver down my spine. 
Yet, I had felt not the slightest arousal 
as I beheld her feminine frame. 
I could no longer hear the music. 
I had looked above her head 
at the lights of Montreal 
glowing against the evening sky, 
and had pulled her close as the wind picked up.