Ruby Tuesday
She pulls up beside me in her mother's SUV. Windows down, sunglasses on. I feel that flutter in my stomach as she reaches for her frames to pull them above her head. She looks right through me with those eyes...soft and dark. I get lost in them for what feels like an eternity, though it was a mere blink in time. I get out of my car and lean into her open passenger side window, resting my forearms on the car's door. I try my best to be charming with a smile and a friendly joke, hoping she doesn't notice my eyes dancing over the perfect curves of her face. And my mind starts to wain. Jumping back and forth through time. It feeds upon the visual display before it and attempts to recall the taste of that flawless, dark skin. The sensation of that smooth, long hair between my fingers. That feeling of peace and wholeness as she lay next to me. We exchange a smile and share a glance as she drives away. I can barely remember what words were said in this brief meeting...but it takes a good half hour before my extremities stop shaking from anticipation and excitement. My mind will not turn off so easily. Your memory does not escape me. I don't think mine does either. It just feels right this time.