It has been 21 days since I last had it. I miss making it, I miss having it, and hell, I have to admit, I even miss paying for it. My body yearns what my mind has been denying it. Everywhere I go, I see it. It is in the obvious broad day light, it is at the dark lit corner of an uppity room. Its seduction mounts greatly. My body shook as a reminder of what I was missing for the last 21 days. Can I make it to 22?
This is the episode of my seduction.
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It was a bright, sunny morning. The sun was smiling and the clouds were dancing gaily, like white cotton candies in the hands of a bunch of six years old at a local funfair. The sky was as blue as Agate stones. Obviously, Zeus was asleep.
I sat at a quite corner, away from the group of people who gathered in the middle of the café. I wanted to be discreet with Coelho; they, on the other hand, enjoyed the lifestyle of upper middle class, sipping cups of hot cappuccinos and tall blacks while bragging to each other about their version of joie de vivre. A typical new year thing to do, I must say. I turned lazily towards the main door of the café. Aluminium frames held fragile glass walls in place, tinted to reflect the sun rays back to its source. Traces of Christmas were still evident as sprayed on snow decorated the invisible wall. A wind chime with swallows tinkled, announcing the arrival of new customers - a Chinese couple in their mid thirties. Outside, a bunch of Hondas and Toyotas made a beeline to the exit point located a few feet in front of the café. The heated madness and stilled air was antonymous to the cooling atmosphere inside the café. I was happy to be where I was.
As I turned back towards the cash register, I saw my temptation passed by. I quickly looked away to avoid it. Zee Avi’s Bitter Heart wasn’t helping at all. Great, just what I needed, a spell of bitterness. I felt cornered as the universe of the café conspired to seduce me into temptation. The odds were against me, as I helplessly debated in my mind.
There it was again, passing by me. Its call was louder than before. My mouth watered at the sight of it. Its handsomely shaped form of white, pristine outfit tantalized all senses in me. My heart skipped a beat, my eyes narrowed with interests. One could only imagine the dark potency of its soul waiting to be unleashed. Its seducing aroma was beckoning me to do what I have been denying myself these past weeks. I bit my lip and dug my nails deeply into my sweaty palms. I had hoped that the temporary pain will shift my attention but it didn’t. I wanted it badly. I looked away, desperately looking for a distraction. There was none. I let out a defeated sigh. Alas, I could not resist any longer. So, I sat up straight to get a man’s attention. My smile caught his eyes. He approached me with hopeful hands and stained yellow teeth. I was ready to make my move. As he arrived in front of me, I said, “One cup of cappuccino please, make it grande.”
