I like to recall times of my past that seem like reruns of the mind..

This was a year that nothing could mess with… Everything was new… Everything was perfected without the slightest bit of Effort… things happened and just worked.. and you never stopped to think or Ask why…

we have all been there before… A Carefree time in your life when things were nothing more then one Great time after the other… and you didn’t even have to try to be “cool” or make it happen… things just had a Life of its own..

“Where are we going? how do we Do it? and whats your name?”

Slowly Sitting back in a hand me down sofa that was once in the living room of your average normal nj Family…. was now in my basement… filled with posters of the things that I wish i could be.. and the things that i could have never understood… God knows I still don’t get half the things that took place in this time.. but I sure as hell can Recall them..

It was a day filled with rain… The Best kind… where its not so much a thunderStorm… as it is Random scattered strikes of lighting… you swear to yourself… there must be thunder out there some where… you just can’t hear..

Lighting up more then needed amounts of Forrest green in scent sticks… The air became Filled with the very message of Rock n Roll…. nirvana playing on Loop on an Old Disk Man that was hooked up to yet another great find of a Radio…

Back then you would listen to a Song.. and not really try to find the meaning… but more so try and act the scenes that it would place into your mind…. “With the lights out… its less dangerous”

no idea what that meant at the time… But being Surrounded by Black lights and glowing neon posters… it just had deeper meaning at the moment…

lighting up one cigarette after the other… each new track was a reason to light up another smoke… Did I use a normal Lighter? no… of course not .. that would have been too generic…. a Zippo was what was needed… to show originality and personality.. You know the kind… Bought from the local mall and filled with the first attempt at responsibility… and I say this because letting your 15 year old handle his own burning fuel Source was a long shot chance any parent would take back then…

The windows open…. nothing but the sound of that NJ heavy thick Drops of Rain hitting the dirt ground outside…I would sit back and try and link the sounds to the Drums i would be hearing From the music…

In a matter of a few Mins… she would be there…. She would arrive.. and i would have my first attempt in that very Day of being “Cool” …

baby doll Dress wearing… Doc Martins…. and a flannel over her pale yet smooth shoulders…. This was the Early Signs of a total turn on…

She would blend in perfect with the black lights.. the posters… the teenage angst that was screaming out of the stereo speakers…. she would only embed into my Memory the same intense scent that the Smell of a freshly filled zippo being lit in the cold NJ winter air…. 30 years later I still can Recall and fall in love all over again each time i think of the Vanilla perfume that she wore… I could have spent a life time just engulfing myself in her amazing scent…

I was senseless and Scentless …

The Cool air passing Down the Window… Creeping down the walls.. and playing war with overly lit in scents that filled the air…. The Door bell would Ring and my heart would race as I knew it was my time to be the Rock star… this was my World… and i was Creating history with nothing more then a few objects of the 90s and an imagination that would take things to a point of no Return…

I opened the Door which was a garage door… it was Great… the ultimate eye porn… it would Slowly start to open… First Showing a pair of Doc martins… then a pair of knee high stockings…. Then the start of a baby doll dress…. in that moment… the words “I am … Doll eyes….Doll parts…” Would Rush through my mind…

By the time the garage had gotten to her soft skin on her neck… My heart was in Over drive and my imagination was wild…. In a few moments… She would be in my World… my rules… My Scents…. My Music and my Actions…

The soft Smile from Her Perfectly shaped lips consumed me like nothing else…. there i was .. smoking a marlboro red…. Looking like i had perfected the act of looking cool while getting cancer.. our eyes would connect at the very last moment of the garagedoor coming to a full open stop…

“hey!”

Each time she said it … I would fall in love… Easily… Effortlessly… and happy each time…

my first words would radiate like the banging of the Drums still playing inside of that Radio….

“Did you miss me?”    “of course i did”

but she had no idea it would take me almost half a life time to really understand the true Meaning of them words and actions…

Slowly battling My thoughts and mind… as we Sat there “watching a movie”… no one ever watched the movie…. we only saw the opening Scene and the closing Credits… then we knew it would be time for her to leave To go Home soon..

that moment… where you know what you want to happen.. and you know it will happen.. but you must Find a way to make it happen…

The jokes that Went back and fourth…. You create your own Punch lines as you go…. you get closer…..

With each attempt at a reason to be face to face…. I would Crack out one joke after the other… the problem is that most of the time… in these Situations.. the jokes Suck.. and they are just that.. a reason to Get her laughing.. but you see.. I’m a Funny guy… always have been… she was really laughing….

i would grasp into my mind something that she would say and Repeat it over and over… almost teasing…. But enough to make her appear only inches aways from my face… telling me “STOP IT!!” she was joking.. and I was getting turned on with each and every attempt…

The last move… tickling… thats what it would take…. It would start with me asking her…. “are you ticklish?” of course she would say … yes….. and I would just have to Find out for myself just how much so she was….

What would start as a poke on the ribs… would move to a stroke of the neck… which would in turn place her Right on top of me…

Something about making out … your first making out’s how i like to call them… its like an animal aspect takes over your body and all you want to do is make her breath the musical notes of your passionate heart and thoughts…

Her lips we were like perfected madness… Each time we kissed i could Taste some kind of Strawberry lip balm… always wondering to myself… how did you come to be So Perfect…. When Did god Take so much time out of his busy Schedule to Create Such perfection… it surely must have taken a life time .. no?

this was a time when it wasn’t about if you had the body that almost all women crazy these days… it wasn’t about having a Bank account that is big enough to keep even the most high maintenance whores happy… This was about being the best you could be.. and just letting your Soul and mind and body sync together…

Hours and hours of Nothing more then Making out…. Dry humping and heavy breathing that till this day still makes me Crave her Touch and taste…. perfected madness and I was losing my mind with each and Every kiss…

no one knew how to remove a Bra back then.. yeah you could think that you were a master at it cause you had maybe at tops… twice before… But something about seeing her stop the kissing only to say “here let me help you with that” .. could it be? She wanted this as much as I wanted to do it…

Eyes closed… Hearts pumping.. hands wondering…. Slowly around her perfectly Shaped Body… back then it wasn’t about finding your own version of what you seen on the internet and on Tv and in Society… This was about knowing that you had the world in your hands and perfected beauty was laying next to you…. Catching the perfect hits of that off in the distance Lighting you recalled from before…. each time it would go off… I could see her perfectly shaped eyes staring into Mine…

That storm would last until the Very Last drop was pored down from the heavens…

and it hasn’t Rained for so long… These days … the world sees a Drought… you try and hope you will need an umbrella Soon… but each day is the same as the last … Sunny… with no Chance of rain..

Whatever she might or might not Recall… Either way She still made it on The Vin list.

She eyed me like a pisces when i was weak.

Now we travel from the 90s back into the Future.

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