We are not in Clichy

But sitting on green wooden chairs

In front of a café

With views of Notre Dame

Nelly the Pirate

Is wearing a loose white blouse

And a cotton burgundy skirt

She is not wearing panties

As it is hot in the city

About thirty degrees

She has asked me to masturbate her

Will the ball of my foot

But I refuse

As it might shock the passing nuns

The waitress brings our refreshments

She leans forward

I can see that she is not wearing a bra

Her nipples are erect

There must be a draught in the café

A nun smiles at me

And hands me a wooden crucifix

She whispers

God Loves You

In my ear

And giggles with the other nuns

You snatch the crucifix from me

And place it between your legs

And ask me to guess the film

I do not answer

We finish our refreshments

And stroll towards a nearby bookshop

It will be cooler we hope

You hand the crucifix back to me

It is soiled and damp

I throw it into the river

As we cross the bridge

The bookshop is not cool

But we browse for nearly an hour

I purchase a Celine

You purchase nothing

But sit on a chair provocatively

And from certain angles

I can see your cunt

You smile

I have received your message