Hazel

Wordlessly, we closed our distance. The wafting scents of shampoo and perfume put me on alert. The delicate lady in lace-up heels kept her head down, and hid her flushed face in my neck. Her curves and swells sent a shiver down my spine. Anyone who saw us surely thought we were young lovers. I looked up at the lights of Montreal against the sky, and pulled her closer as the wind picked up. The chilly breeze, her warm body — how I froze from a graze, how I burned from a glance!