There she is…
Hair in a ponytail, jeans not too tight – but not loose either.
And a matching jean jacket.
Playful… I can dig it.
Brown leather bag over her shoulder.
Coming my way.
Our eyes meet.
{ *In an instant her body, decorated with tanlines and the occasional beauty mark, is draped over mine.
She lets out her hair, and I’m immediately tangled.
Pomegranate… no – coconut and mango.
She’s so warm.
So smooth.
Dimples in the small of her back make for perfect nooks for my lips to fill.
Rough.
Deep.
Seventh inning stretch.
More – lots more.
Extra innings.
White teeth behind pale pink lips that fade into a face never in need of makeup.
Ankles bound to ankles.
Skin.
Nothing but skin.
Oblivious to 50 years passing by outside the window. *}
I blink…
…and she passes by.
What a life we lived in 7 seconds.
