The truth of why I was here wasn’t naw’nes business but my own. Mama’d damn near lost her voice prayin’ for Jesus to guide me back to Bourbon Street, as if them buildings weren't full'a more sin than the devil himself. The crazy broad had lost her mind to her faith these days. As far as she was concerned Solitude was the Judaean Desert and I wasn’t long for this world save for the comfort I could bring to the achin’ bellies of a wake of vultures. She’d gone and put the ‘drama’ in dramamine from the way she’d been rockin’ the damn boat as a' late. If she didn’t stop actin’ up I’d be left with no choice but to drag her preachin’, drunkard ass to the airport and let her satisfy the belly of a boein' 787 right the way back to naw’lins where she belonged.
Meanwhile I had no intentions of bein' supper for nobody except maybe one tonight, but that didn't mean I hadn't walked right into the belly of the beast. I may have been a woman of faith but I'd been known to dance with the devil a time or two. Be it the one with horns or a dog with tags the steps weren't much different, baby. A man is a man no matter which way you go about it. You could please 'em all if you knew what strings or triggers to pull. This one right here would be more than happy to dance to a gentle tug to the chord of G. That was one string I was happy to let him pull with his teeth, right the way off my hips before I showed him the next step and what the letter really stood for. Grind.
My smile spread wider than the Mississippi.You like the view from behind then do you baby? My lips came back together but my smile remained as I body rolled my way right round on my spinny bar stool. I took the opportunity to scope my surroundings of course. I may have been huntin’ for a different kind of game tonight but this was the wild west baby, and if you aren’t too careful hunter can become prey- And like I said, only one would be eatin’ me tonight and he most certainly had no fangs. At least not what I could see, and I did look too. Hear, hear. I smirked before takin’ my own shot and motionin’ for another.
My smirk remained, even through the flash of bewilderment on my face. It was as if he had no idea at all- And of course I had no choice but to let him know. I grabbed him by his jaw firmly, my head slightly cocked to the side as I leaned in. My free hand searched for something south of the ‘usmc’ letters on his hoodie.Oh baby- You’re already mine. There it is. I smiled as my fingers rubbed against him, tracin’ the letters of my name right across his… Dot, dot, dot… My lips gently brushed over his before finally making ferocious contact. I nearly popped the hat right of my head I kissed him so wild, breathin’ in deep through my nose while my hand released from his jaw and snaked through his hair. He tasted like warm liquor.
I had to force myself to stop, I was already grindin’ on my stool like the vibrations on the floor had climbed their way up and settled into the leather just for me. I damn near forgot the whole bar was filled with more than just the two of us. So when I looked him in his eyes I couldn’t help but see the people behind us reflected in ‘em. Drinks can wait, I’m thirsty for somethin’ else. I hopped off my stool and yanked him right along with me toward the back.
Meanwhile I had no intentions of bein' supper for nobody except maybe one tonight, but that didn't mean I hadn't walked right into the belly of the beast. I may have been a woman of faith but I'd been known to dance with the devil a time or two. Be it the one with horns or a dog with tags the steps weren't much different, baby. A man is a man no matter which way you go about it. You could please 'em all if you knew what strings or triggers to pull. This one right here would be more than happy to dance to a gentle tug to the chord of G. That was one string I was happy to let him pull with his teeth, right the way off my hips before I showed him the next step and what the letter really stood for. Grind.
My smile spread wider than the Mississippi.
My smirk remained, even through the flash of bewilderment on my face. It was as if he had no idea at all- And of course I had no choice but to let him know. I grabbed him by his jaw firmly, my head slightly cocked to the side as I leaned in. My free hand searched for something south of the ‘usmc’ letters on his hoodie.
I had to force myself to stop, I was already grindin’ on my stool like the vibrations on the floor had climbed their way up and settled into the leather just for me. I damn near forgot the whole bar was filled with more than just the two of us. So when I looked him in his eyes I couldn’t help but see the people behind us reflected in ‘em. Drinks can wait, I’m thirsty for somethin’ else. I hopped off my stool and yanked him right along with me toward the back.