The moon is bright and the air is filled with jasmine. Soft is the warm breeze upon Juanita's face as the Wimple Willow sings its love songs. Dreams are made of this very night as she waits for her lover’s gentle kiss. The trees whisper sweet melodies of desire and the fireflies shine luminescent streams within the courtyard. Slowly she draws her silk scarf over her soft shoulders. "When will he be here, where is he now?" are thoughts that repeatedly cross her mind. Her imagination wanders, "doesn't he know I’m waiting? Did he get in a car wreck?" she has driven with him many times before within the city and on their country drives. He can be very daring at times, taking unnecessary chances and excessive speeds.
It worries her all too much as this is what killed her last lover. She thought that she would love no other after that fateful day. Then Ricco fell into her life, strong and virile and his stature tall but sleek. It was like he was an expensive sports car especially created for her driving pleasure. "But where is he?" she murmured quietly to herself. She walks to the edge of their private patio which overlooks the motels long entrance way. The soft antique lights that align the roadside glimmer all the way to the entrance gates. "No Ricco there!" she thinks. Juanita sighs as she finds herself disappointed again, not with Ricco but rather in her own lustful desires. She knows Ricco understands she cannot live for a moment without him. She often wonders if she expects too much from him or if he thinks she is smothering him.
Ricco knows Juanita awaits his arrival and he himself cannot wait to see her. Her arms always embrace him so eloquently, so soft and warm like a summer’s breeze. Ricco has always sensed Juanita's yearn for him, he often imagines her pining for him throughout his long uneventful day. As if he could feel her every thought and desire is tethered to his intellect. Ricco day has been exhausting, his photographing studio plagued with beautiful models fighting and squabbling with him and each other. "How can he get any work done with such un-professionalism!" he shouts as he is driving to meet Juanita back at the motel.
He darts thru the traffic dodging pedestrians, cars and an occasional horse and bugging by the city park. He remembers his first date with Juanita and the romantic horse-drawn buggy ride together; he even remembered the face of the driver as he passed him just then. Ricco has never forgotten anything that has brought joy to him when it comes to Juanita. Even though they have only been together for a short time he has often felt they have met many times before. As if each were always drawn together in every life time.
Ricco swerves to miss another collision at the next intersection. It is getting darker now and he knows Juanita will be getting worried. He can’t help but to imagine her sitting on the patio watching the hotel entrance impatiently. He sees her in some silky negligee with a disheartened look upon her face. This troubles him even more and he decides to take a short cut, it is not a place he would ever take Juanita through. The alley way is dark and forbidding place full of hiding the unfortunate in unsuspecting nooks waiting to pounce on unsuspecting fools.
But Ricco grew up in the neighboring area and knows the cities by-ways like he knows every curve of Juanita’s body. In fact he often thinks of his driving skills as the same when he caresses Juanita's soft skin, he sways to and fro with his convertible BMW between the cities people and obstacles like a swallow's acrobatic display. Ricco is finally at the entrance to the hotel. He turns into the driveway and stops, motor running he flashes his head lights so he will calm Juanita's fears.
(by Roelin Davis all rights reserved 11/14/09)
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