A CD repeats as the distinct pattern to her high heels fill the tiles with resonance.
Dear Lust, a bit of fun perhaps?
Why yes dear, of course. Would be quite the pleasure.
Introduce fierce look in the eye and the convincing innocence of kindness.
Local sports bar of Kingman, the dark wood on the bar catches her eye.
Contemplating the numerous ways in which it was sculpted and perfected.
The human skin can be admired if only looked at from the correct perspective.
She needs a drink, and a strong one.
Perhaps rum, vodka, or just pure alcohol.
No pretentious thoughts flutter tonight.
She gets up, passes a man, lightly bumping into him as her bra strap falls.
“Get off of me! Stop! No!”
The attention of other men is risen much like a wild call in the wilderness of savannas.
“What did you do to her, get the fuck off of her.”
A punch is thrown, and the smirk makes its appearance.
To cause mayhem is a small joy that needs to be savored once ever so often.
The tiles now vibrate, not from her high heels, but its origin now from the activity of fighting and punching in unknown direction.
Two men show off their skills as if two dominant males in the jungles of the Amazon.
This is an event to smirk at, to laugh at, to ponder and absorb..
She makes her exit unnoticed, no longer does the presence of the female affect them, they fight in banal force and sheer stupidity.
This is not the end, on her way out she grabs another man by the neck, kissing him passionately she lures him into her car.
He probably thinks that many lovely events will take place, but boy, is he wrong.
Somebody is going to be driving the rest of the way there, because precarious Lust does nor drink, nor drive.
Yes.
We have a new driver.
Yes, a pretty lady sure can control a bar room. =) Sorry I haven’t stopped by in a bit.