It wasn't one of my places. It wasn't a place of mine.
Not mine. Not this place.
It was foreign feeling, different music
It was a different danger
Foreign feeling moving not my music not my place.
Locked eyes with tall dark gorgeous skinny. Locked eyes and wet
Locked eyes and waited.
Tall dark drop-dead-gorgeous skinny at the bar,
Elbows on, bent, bowed.
I moved not waiting.
I was behind him.
When he leaned forward
When he leaned, I was behind.
Dark bangs in deep eyes, sliding his hand into his pants for money, sliding
Super sexy dark eyes dark bangs dark as the demon thought and the would-be hesitate.
Sliding behind him, I was pressing.
Watched him pay for his drink.
Felt him leaning through my skin
I was slow sliding.
Standing sliding behind him I was,
Brushed my groin into tall dark gorgeous skinny
My hips his ass, and I slid slowly.
Feel me in the foreign music.
Pressed back into my hips. Meet my movement
My non waiting slowly sliding foreign feeling music groove.
Arched his back against the slider.
Turned his head without moving his tall skinny. Without sliding
Just drink sipping
Straw clenching between vampire teeth grinning,
looking back over his tall skinny shoulder at me behind him slowly sliding
Gorgeous, he was
Sipping, he was
Gorgeous, I was slowly sliding, and
He was loaded.
He was packed.
There it was
Pressing into my hip.
Sticking out of his jeans at the small of his back-ing.
I looked down to verify.
"Can I get a witness?"
He knew I knew. And he was grinning.
I remember sliding. Not so slowly.
I remembered it was not my place, not one of mine,
Foreign feeling different music
Not this place, not my feeling.
And there was a hesitate.
There was a wait and hesitate this.
Vampire grin wicked,
Tall dark skinny gorgeous packed.
Not mine.
Made my way to the door to leave
But I did stop and I looked back
Through not mine different foreign sounding
Toward the bar in orange light at
Tall dark gorgeous skinny standing grinning.
Winked
And lifted his drink to me.
He knew I knew.
Slow slider smiled, but
He knew this wasn't my place.
"Booty Betty Thick-o-licious
Shake it like she's fearless
This lovely lady got the thickness
Can I get a 'Hell Yeah!' "
- Puscifer
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February 10, 2008
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Do you write and sell song lyrics? I want these. I want to put this to music. Or I want you to write me some. I'm emailing you.
Teanna
I write & sell song lyrics.
I can write anything.
Looking forward to your email.
Sexy!!
I would never have the nerve to slide in behind a guy I liked in a bar and press into him like that. If I ever did and then saw he had a gun I would leave like you did. But I don't think I would ever be able to make tell it in a sexy rhythmic poem like you did. I love the pulse of this piece. I felt the dizziness of the club or bar and the beat and in being a stranger. You really are an amazing writer.
I've been reading for more than a year and will keep doing so. I highly recommend diving into the archives to all the new readers out there.
Veronica, this is slick.
haha yeah veronica, i am crazy paranoid about some stuff like dropping things in the toilet by mistake or whatevers. :) i blame that particular fear on the fact that i live in a country where pit toilets are the norm :P
i like the line
"Tall dark gorgeous skinny standing grinning."
in this post too. awesome :) as always :) omigods, smileyface ovarload in this comment. i need to stop. oh wait... no... aarrhhhg.g... (^_^)v
sigh. okay sorry, had to do one last one. byeeeeee!
An intoxicating piece of prose. Nothing more need be said, save for I like, very much. :-)
I lack the proper Words, but may I say...
This was a fucking cool piece.
I liked it.
I long for your talent with words. Beautiful post.
not mine
not mine
not mine
not mine
not mine
not mine not mine
yes
and we both knew
we always do
always
when kisses
from cheeks
graduate
to kisses on mouthcorners
that is
not mine
I love that you still allow anonymous comments. I need that in order to comment. I also love how uninhibited you are by your sexuality. So many people are so unhealthy. They judge others and they fear what is in themselves. It is sad and sick. But not you. You are the most not sad and not sick person I have ever known of. It doesn't get any more real than this.
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