Every Girl I've Loved A Lifetime Ago

No Name

I was done with meaningless hookups and near mistakes, I told myself.
I had too many of those in high school, trying to figure myself out.
But her skin looked blue rather than black in the lights of the club, her braids, intricately done like I've never seen before, swinging with her hips rhythmically, her big, doe eyes catching mine and never looking away as she drops low, low, low.
I don't remember her name, just that warm flesh, those tequila veins.
Soft sighs and glazed over eyes.