These Arms Of Mine

Mmmm there it is baby, she snapped her fingers as the juke box spit out a tune slow and easy.

She slid from the stool her red satin dress parting to reveal one silky thigh encased in black stockings with the seam line penciled in on the back of her legs,

 When you can't afford real French hose you improvise.

She glided to the dance floor keeping rhythm to the music as it played her like a puppet on strings.

"Sweet n low down." she spoke to no one in particular, it didn’t matter anyway.

Closing her eyes she let her hips sway as the seduction continued

Feeling the horn section run its fingers through her upswept hair

The drums softly kiss her lips mmmmmm, mmmmmm, yes daddy play me!

Chocolate skin glistened with a fine sheen as the summer heat entered through the open door even this late in the evening.

A smile caressed her lips as she felt the fingers of rhythm up and down her spine

Swaying hips still keeping time.

Eyes closed lost in the sublime ecstasy of the music’s seductive grasp she danced, Lord did she dance.

He looked on with hungry eyes, hypnotized by sweet honey thighs and oh those hips oh those lips, brown sugar for sure and he needed the cure.

Hands slid around her waist aching to taste as he slid into the songs gentle pattern their bodies melded together...... I can still hear the song as it played