BEAUTY IN THE COLD

"Yes I'm home" that was the last thing I said and the only thing she wanted to hear before she hung up. Bukky was drenched and around the corner. Did not take long for her royal ugliness to arrive. She dried herself up with the towel I offered and offered herself a space on my little bed. This little bed made us lie real close to each other while having small talks. The rain had grown from drizzles to the deafening kind and so had the cold and the poor timed want for a lady's touch. I saw beauty in Bukky that evening, her hair was shiny and with a lustre never before seen. Her eyes had the passion of the ladies in telemundo's telenovelas. Her skin glistened in the dim lit room. Her lips were as yummy to the eyes as a well prepared meal. Her general sculpting was of that done by a professional, I best not explain what I mean here. I made a move and followed it up with others in quick succession, until I got more satisfaction than I craved. That night I let the cold speak and it told me, no woman is ugly on a cold day.