naked cafe crème

She had a way about her
A casual c'est la vie
I never understood
What she saw in me,
We'd meet for cafe crème
Just off the Rue de Flame
She always looked excited
She always looked the same,

Leather boots and jeans
Peasant blouse worn loose
Tattered Bomber Jacket
A book by Freud or Proust,
She would psychoanalysis me
Her eyes and finger tips
Cast shadows on my soul
As I watched her lips and tits,

Only just concealed
Her blouse, rice paper thin
She seemed to like me watching
I wondered where they'd been,
Who had held them gently
Rough-n-tumble firm
Who had kissed those nipples
Things I'd never learn,

We'd finish our coffees
Sometimes we'd take a walk
Along the River Seine
Of Life and Love, we'd talk,
Sometimes I'd spend the evening
An Afternoon Hour
Sometimes we would take
A cold Paris shower,

I'd often linger on
Peruse, with her, LeMonde
Read about the riots
Admire her naked tone,
Around the flat she seldom
Ever wear a thread
Beside the open window
A noisy brass bed,

We eventually parted
The Paris night was cold
With her I felt young
Now I feel quite old,
The Air France jet was noisy
We climb up through the weather
Gravity's the same
Whether an anvil or a feather,