What if there were a girl with eyes that sparkled like jeweled mischief?
What if her embrace were a trap? A giant Chinese finger puzzle made of warm silk and laced with opium so enticing that it becomes the only thing that you desire.
What if the curves of her body made your eyes race? A seductive highway that never ceased to thrill. Tracing the divinely engineered image of those twists and turns would make your heart rev and your stomach soar. The beauty of its danger would melt your brain and lay down a challenge to your mettle. Do you really think you’re man enough to drive that?
What if her smile were like dynamite? Explosive and powerful enough to crack the cold granite of your soul and leave a Crazy Horse pointing toward wild bliss.
What if her heart danced with infectious pleasure for each small joy in life?
What if she told stories that went on forever?
What if she sang all day?
What if she tripped and fell down with great frequency and awkward grace?
What if she told you the same story that went on forever again?
What if you shook your head and rolled your eyes so much that you developed repetitive stress disorder?
What if she cooked pasta sauce that drew a long line into one of the happier parts of your memory and left your taste buds singing Dean Martin songs?
And what if she were also a killer at Trivial Pursuit?
And because of this every time she was around your stoic mask would yield to a boyish or possibly devilish grin.
What if she had a soul that wanted to lift you up to heaven on high? To save you forever in perfect love. To protect you from falling into the folly of your own sins. And held your hand along a secret path to God that only angels and martyred virgin saints are supposed to know about.
What if she knew that your favorite thing to do in New york City is to shop for records in the Village? Even though you yourself had lost that data in a file sent to deep storage, and when pressed could not answer until she reminded.
What if there really were such a girl? And what if she loved you?