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