She leans in close and I smell her very essence

Hanging on the air

No longer just a cardboard cutout dream

She is the real deal

Her eyelids do not flicker

Her eyes say nothing yet everything

She breathes in slow and careful

Exhaling through her nose just a hint of what

Might be available to he who is prepared to wait

Her lips rich and full down beside my cheek

Her eyes light up like candles

On a dark and stormy night

She feels as if she is about to touch the very heart of my soul

As she kisses the air with her purple lips

Hovering like a kestrel awaiting the right minute

Her words when they come still run around

In my head

So, its three pound fifty for the regular size

Or five pound fifty for the large

And they come in pink black blue or yellow

I know it can be hard to make a decision with so much choice

But will that be cash or card

And will you want a receipt

Oh yes, I thought I want this time to be remembered forever

The day I bought a pair of rubber latex gloves