She was the goddess of everything opposite. But our energy intertwined like a perfect storm. For when we spoke, my gaze seared and imprinted her very being into my memory. And when she listened, she took everything in like a last breath, or a fading scream. Squirt gun tequila shots and lukewarm Pinot Grigio danced around our souls. Her lips were oceany with flavor. My tongue caressed and lifted the taste of cigarette off of hers. My hands ran slowly through her sun-kissed, windswept, beach-combed hair, cradling her head as my thumb slid gently across her cheek. There was no search for imperfections in that moment - none existed. We were just a guy who couldn't drive a stick shift and a girl who barely knew a lick of hip-hop. And it was nothing short of radiating.