Never

She wears ordinary clothes like a model, and turns them into Prada.
He has never seen anyone wear a simple dress so elegantly.
Her body, resting close and delicious on the passenger seat in the bus, makes him ache.
His eyes are constantly captured by the geometry of her knees,
the wondrous sculpture of her calves and the perfect art of six inches of irresistible, stockinged thigh.
When she talks he cannot stop watching her sensual mouth, desperate to see it smile, enthralled by the movement of her lips.
 He imagines taking her lovely face between his hands,
kissing her sweet forehead and breathing in the fragrance of her hair.
The sky is as blue as in a child’s story book, and the sun is newly hatched and bold with its warmth. The window of the bus is oprn. The bustling Cairo Road is glorious around them. It is a day to stretch one’s arms out to the heavens. It is a day for golden moments. It is a day for lovers.
She tells him she will never be his