Sweat and Chanel

She smelt of Chanel, she smelt of wild flowers, she smelt of sweat, just a light hint, and the mixture of that perfume surrounded her like an invisible mist as she passed by every time, her hair flying in the air, brushing on his skin ever so slightly... in that dark pub, she stood in high heels and jeans, her curvy body standing out as she swung by to throw dart after dart, her sensuality oozing through... the whole room started to function in slow motion, music fading in the background as he walked by her every time, circling her like a feline circles its prey, stealing a whiff  of her perfume as he passed her from behind... temptation is hard to resist, and when the heart wants what the body wants as well, emotions can throw a grown man into a frenzy, and he ends up there, standing a bit farther in the darkness, looking in silence, quietly assisting in a game of pool... he knew, he didn't dare hope that she felt him the way he did, but he knew as she looked at him with a smile that showed distance and tease but eyes that burnt of fire, that some love stories never end… lust and love, sweat and Chanel, the impossible love story that has to end, that wishes to live....