...and she loved his hairy chest. she wanted nothing more than to feel the scritchy-scratch of her long-finger-nails rustling over his belly. he spoke like an idiot. aviator glasses pulled over stoned eyes in the dim lit club. her eyes ripped through his button up, lusting for what was underneath. then the black keys came on -busted- and she wriggled uncontrollably in her seat. he looked over his glasses pulling them down on his nose, knowingly staring. she could see his chest through the open collar biting her lip wasn't enough. exposed blood-shot eyes sang underneath murky air, it was almost a moan, writhing in pleasure. there were no words but he rambled on. his voice: ecstasy nibbling her ear. she danced in her seat waiting writhing giggling screaming in her mind. it was too late. stealing the cigarette he fumbled carelessly between his fingers with her lips. a power surge and her lights lit up and faded nothing was more pure. the analog recording greeted a willing body and she longed for the scritchy-scratch of her nails through the hair on his stomach. when he finally threw his jacket, leather on to leave the keys had found their way back on top. -them eyes- spoke volumes of silence. the doors were open and the fuming little bar sang its heart out jukebox wailing murk out the air -i'll be your man- with hand held out the dirty blues kept shwagging away. her seat empty and his jacketshirt forgotten on a lonely floor. -she said, she said- scritchy-scratch laying with her nose even with his navel. she really liked them dirty blues. especially with her dirty boys.

06/28/2005

Author's Note: all of the fragments between the hyphens are titles of black keys songs off of their album the big come up. they're a two piece dirty blues band. freaking fantastic. if you like blues and if you like dirty blues, check these guys out. i'm not too sure how i feel about this prose, but i'm really freaking tired and should have been in bed hours ago... oh well... hope it's ok.

Posted on 06/28/2005
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