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“You see, I’m just another snowman/ Standing in the rain and sleet,

Who loved you with his frozen love/ With all he is and all he was,

A thousand kisses deep”

She was holding the glass of Martini in the left hand, touching with soft, slow moves her lips with the fingers from her right hand, looking at the couple sitting on the cream leather sofa, right next to her table… she smiled melancholic, seeing how the young man was kissing hungry his new conquest, making her tremble and drop the red rose he probably gave to her at the beginning of this magical summer night… And as if she wanted to quench her thirsty mouth thinking about HIM, she sipped a bit from her Martini, enjoying its taste by touching her lips easy with her tongue…

“I should go home. I am so tired!”, she said to herself, but she was not making any step. She was still admiring the couple right next to her when she had the strange feeling that she is being watched too… She looked in the opposite corner of the dark, almost empty restaurant, lighten by a blue neon, and she saw HIM through the heavy smoke… HE was staring at her, blowing slowly a thick expensive smoke from his mouth and she suddenly felt naked…  Her heart started to beat faster, her breath became deeper and she felt how her throat got instantly dry…

He stood up and walked towards the scene…  “Damn! He is so handsome!” she said to herself, looking at him, analyzing every detail from head to toes, feeling how her senses are waking up just seeing him walking lazy, like a king, in his expensive suit, and with his white shirt partially taken off of his pants…. he whispered something to the chief of the band, put a stack of cash in his pocket and he came back, closer to her… he touched easy the young’s man shoulder, interrupting him from his romantic moment… He looked at her and then at the young man… He left his head down, a little bit on the right side and closed his eyes, raising his eyebrows, suggesting very clear to the boy to leave… In the next second he sat down, taking the young’s man place, loosening his tie and making himself comfortable… but keep looking in her eyes…

The band started to play… “If you want a lover, I’ll do anything you ask me to/ And if you want another kind of love/ I’ll wear a mask for you/ If you want a partner, take my hand/ Or if you want to strike me down in anger/ Here I stand/ I’m your man

“Come here!” he said to her and as if she didn’t have any control on her own body, she went closer, breathing faster, feeling a little bit dizzy, thinking that her walk must be funny now on her high heels sandals…

He started to touch her thin legs, slowly, taking inch by inch until he reached her hips covered by her white, light, airy summer dress, then he squeezed her body easy with his hands and with a firm move he pulled it towards him: “Closer!”. She moistened her lips feeling extremely thirsty and looked straight in his wild eyes, melting with them, feeling like a leaf on the water, and trying to keep under control the fire burning deep inside of her… But as usual, he was taking control over her body extremely easy and she had nothing else to do then to surrender…

He put then his head on her chest, between her small breasts and she felt how the air became suddenly very hard to breathe… as if she wanted to hold on something so she won’t fall, she took his head in the palms of her hands, touching his hair, loosing herself in its smell of cigars mixed with his natural body perfume

“Dance for me!” he said to her with a smooth voice and his eyes closed… “Just dance for me!”…

She pulled her body a little bit back, and while he lighted a new cigar she started to dance with slow moves, letting her body to float on the rhythm of the song, looking into his eyes and then at his mouth, feeling the desire to kiss it… He raised his head, but with his eyes on her, he blew a smoke ring, letting it vanish in the blue restaurant light, watching her describing invisible eights, feeding his eyes with every curve of her body, looking at the way she was touching her right leg, lifting a little bit her skirt up, just enough to still hide the most intimate part of her body, and then going with her fingers upper, touching softly her right breast….

The song was about to be finished, when she started to see HIM in a blurred way, losing the eyes contact and hearing a known voice saying: “Hey girl! Wake up… you should go home! You are tired! I’ll take it from here… See you tomorrow!”

She opened her eyes wide and looking somewhere far in her mind, she said smiling and touching her lips with her fingers: “Yeah, see you tomorrow!”

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