A Vanilla Kiss.

Five foot nine, eyes of ice blue, staring at you with a cold glare, a woman enters the Walkingways Hotel in Arizona. She's wearing an unusual color for the typical 105 degree weather, on this summer day. She is wearing black, matching the midnight skies. She has on a short black skirt with a trench coat of the same midnite hue. The "coat" worn like a shirt, buttoned down a few buttons, and then loose the rest of the way down. Coal boats, which rise to her knees. Her shoulder length brown hair is falling around her very pretty face. Men look up and stare at her remarkable beauty. She walks past each one as she struts past you, you can smell her perfume, an aroma of soft vanilla. She stops dead in her tracks, and turns around. She is looking right at you, her sapphire eyes looking almost familer to you, as she stares into your brown pools.

Have you seen her before? How could you forget a face, or a body like that? Who is she? She comes up to you and whispers your name. You do know her from somewhere, but where? She turns and sits on your lap. You know her; it's all so familer to you. Running her fingers through your hair, she says how much she has missed you. She continues on by saying you probably down remember her, but how she has a way of refreshing your memory. A kiss planted right on your lips. You know that kiss, that vanilla tasting kiss. You know her. You feel her velvet skin, and her suede jacket. A softnes, that is uncommon in this area. She hums a familer tune to you. You remember that tune don't you? It is a familer song, for you both. You can remember holding her body, while this song player. Her body wasn't so appealing at that time. You didn't care, however, you loved her.

How come you can't remember her name? You used to call her every nite. Talking with her until dawn when she would fall asleep listening to your soothing voice. You took her out every weekend. You had bought her that outfit she is wearing. You had bought her the perfume she was wearing. How could you forget her?

One night, she didn't call you, didn't she? Why didn't she? You dialed up her number didn't you? It was disconnected, wasn't it? How could it be? Wasn't she just there? Where was she? How come she didn't try to contact you?

You can remember her name now, can't you? Years of trying to forget her, years of ignoring the pain, all came rushing back to you. By a black jacket, a little tune, the smell of vanilla, and a sweet little kiss, were the culprit in making your memories come back. The memories are back. The girl is back. You remember everything now, don't you? Just because of a vanilla kiss.