Powder

I couldn't but overlook her pastey geisha face. She was perfect and she gave me something only a real woman could leave from behind. A taste of her paint, a powder as white as virgin snow. She said something to me in Japanese..'Nani-ho-shike' which I took as a love love but then how could she just turn around and walk away? Was it my blue tinted sunglasses? Was it my broken Japanese attempt to tell her I wanted her. I was trembling..I couldn't stand up, I couldn't think of what she had just given me but I needed more and only she could give it to me.