In a city of so many people, you catch glimpses of her everywhere.
Search for her. She's there across the platform, slivers of her flashing through the gaps of a train rushing by--blunt bangs, the graceful slant of dark eyes, and when she turns around, the delicious curve of her backside. She's there again, just an arm's length away, with her hair adorned and slinking about in a thin silk dress, making her way up the stairs on the way to the opera. She's so close you can almost touch her, and she's everywhere.
Catch ahold of her. Spin out sleep with her as desired, or draw out the whole day in easy loving, limbs slick with sweat and tangled beneath the sheets. Together with her, time ebbs and flows. Outside, the city rushes onward.
Remember her. Remember thigh pressed against thigh, your tongue buried between rosy lips. She's your very own Remedia Amoris, your modern day elegiac girl.