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because you're mine.
because you're mine. “Jamesons and ginger,rocks.” She sat back against the banquette, letting the muscles in her neck slowly loosen, her shoulders drop. The ambient voices lulled her into something so close to sleep that she did not notice the waitress set her drink down, nor the tall man slide in besdie her. It was his hand on her neck that brought her back to the room, her eyes opening, her tongue wetting her lips. He shook his head ruefully. She shrugged, reaching for the glass, emptying the top third “thirsty?” She leaned into him, yawned. “Next time, I’ll just steal your purse and leave.” “What purse?” She turned her back to him. He slipped his hands into her shoulder muscles, squeezing, pressing. Her eyes fluttered, closed, her head fell forward. His teeth scraped the back of her neck, his left hand smacked hers as she reached for the glass. Sitting back, he swallowed the next third of her Jameson’s, then handed it to her. “the hard stuff. What’s going on?” “Food first, or I’ll bite.” The room seemed to want to leave them alone, no one sat to either side. The waiter was, a gnat, dismissed, a momentary lifting of the cloud that seemed to hover over them. If they were there, they were only there with each other. At all other times, they seemed somehow to melt away, to drift from view. The band arrived, set up. the early diners nearly gone. Now it would all change, a charge in the air. He leaned over and redid her ankle straps, running his hands up her leg. She was purring. He slid to the edge, leaning in, pulled her forward, her silk slipping like water over smooth stones, her legs following until with a final sweep of his arms, he swung her into the air, setting her to rest on the parquet floor. She, a gazelle, elegant, swung out and back, her dark eyes , her red lips, her full hips, oh and that neck. “I put a spell on you……..” dark, sensuous, honied… she walked from the shadows onto the stage. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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I fell in love with jazz because of my husband. I fell in love with nina simone because of her politics and because she could make me cry with her voice. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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You have a great eye for detail.
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I love the way your couples interact. . You do that so well. I want a love like that... Excellent post.
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Very beautiful wicked hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Spellbinding indeed!
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And all the men wish, they were him! Sounds like your favourite music is running through your veins. That feeling you get, in the back of your neck, the hair trying to stretch, is when the tune passes through your heart...
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That is beautifully imagined. My favorite Nina Simone song is 'I want a little sugar in my bowl'.
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The music came out of her like the most beautiful moans.
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