NO ORDINARY GIRL

       Wrap all the rest out there together and they still ain't half her shadow. She made the runway and the fucking couture her job... her gateway to pain-free moolah...  though God's chisel wore more flair, more grace, more tenderness the night it carved her. A 6' blonde centerfold drenched in lust... They don't make them like this anymore. Shit, they sure don't. She's the pleasure in the pain, the ecstasy in this hell called the modern world... She's the one worth it all in this fucking 90s generation. Screw-ups in glad rags... they got nothing on the one sure to reprieve their noise. 

        There I was, drunk on scotch and high on the infatuating promise of Hunt's forevermore... and there she blazed, dressed in sable and breathing sex... lips showing heaven to some Martini a few tables away. That one afterparty under the star-strewn sky... That fucking rooftop where the night kissed light, where yin met fucking yang... the scene of my faith. The look in her eyes, that blazing rush of ecstasy... that sparkle of dirty tenderness, that effortless steez so scant today... 

        She truly was no ordinary girl. There ain’t many that can kiss like that. Not many chicks that can preach that kind of  magic, have that Venus screaming in their blood. Maybe less than a handful… and I was lucky enough to meet my second. Right then and there, I knew I wanted more than just that kiss, however sublime. I wanted to taste her skin, feel her body sweat on mine. 

        Her brass bed, her scarlet sallies... they all painted eden's gate like no girl's done before. Her scent, her touch... Her naked poetry, its aftershocks... The words of forever and a day, their masters downing hopes of lasting... In that fucking Victorian building ecstasy ripened into reality, for there flamed the one second to none.