You road-raged at me from out of the window of your white SUV on Kingsway Ave. I was in the passenger seat of a 96' Mercedes. You had the shrill voice of a falling angel and rich brown skin, so much like chocolate that I could almost taste you melting on the dash of your car. Needless to say I was speechless from the first words that left your rose-petal lips. "HUH??! YOU GOT SOMETHING TO SAY YOU UGLY ******** *****!!! YOU ******* CRACKHEAD!!" you yelled as we slowed our car to better see and admire at your beauty. "I ALREADY CALLED THE COPS YOU CRACKWHORE!!", you cooed in my direction, while making eyes that were unmistakably on fire. I wanted you then and I want you now. At one point in your passionate speech you asked me if I "WANTED FRIES WITH THAT." I can honestly say that from the moment we locked eyes I knew I wanted the whole meal. And with finality and vindication, you asked "DO YOU EVEN HAVE TWO-CENTS?!". The windows rolled up and the cars behind continued to honk and I can honestly say, I like fire with my fries. I would love to meet you again; beautiful flames.