Our eyes met that day during the dwindling evening.
You greeted me with joy and teased me with a playful joke.
I reacted with comical disbelief and it made you giggle harder.
Your hair black, and medium in length.
Your make-up subtle, and very natural.
It was noticeable you were older than I, but it made you more lovely and antique.
You sent percolating sensations through my flesh, and I knew right then you were a catch.
Although, before your work shift came to a stop...
I took notice of the tattoo on your hand.
Your left hand, to be specific.
It blanketed to your knuckles, in vivid, intricate designs.
It probably also covered your entire left arm.
You were alluringly cute, and it made me uneasy.
It’s somewhat unforgettable...
...because for days I was mentally restless.
Perhaps, you would have been suitable to be... ...my queen.