Sheila's Tale -- A Moment in time

She greeted me with a smile of the ancients shining as a police flashlight into the eyes of a drunk from her swarthy skin, framed by black curls of lacework hair and lips that were rungs of a deep burgundy ladder reaching miles into the night to a space filled with the five senses, a heaven reached only by the gentle caress of a naked hand as you climbed up and out.

I was dumbstruck when her mouth whispered my name, and in the candlelight the sweat shined on my palm as I slowly reached for a balanced grasp.