Venus is in my mind tonight. She's sitting on a cafe's chair. Laughing. She laughs at one of my jokes. She is happy. A glass of wine in front of her. The sun outside, shining through the heavy rain. She laughs and it is one of the most beautiful sounds on Earth. She stops, smiles, looks me in the eyes and her smile widens as she takes my hand and presses it with both of hers. My Venus looks beautiful. Is it too early to call her mine though? Or has it been so long we both desired it that it's almost too late? A scent of vanilla rises through the air through the soft heat of my cup of tea. Damn it, she has beautiful eyes! And they're looking at me. Right at me. It's like I've been starving for their look.