There She Is

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.