Seductive

“…got yo blood pumpin’ fast, people say she disgusting; but still want her ass…”  from Seductive song lyrics by unknown artist

Vowed in holy matrimony, to sidewalks and cat calls from unknown fans–passing on motorcycles, cars, from dusk til the dawn;

vowed to her lord who’s slickest, who’s ahead of the game: with his words, with his swagger, his reputation; looks and the size of dick she contemplated lastly, and so partly, she is his spawn.

‘Heel toe, heel toe…’ the song plays on in the deepest parts of her mind. The show must go on–as choices and results of them sets the stage;

Her hips swish and her boobs sway, sinfully, behind the bra-less top. Budding lovers come near as she continues stride–connection between them broken, man’s stare plows over her erect nipples, hormones rage.

Vowed to be better than the careful mind of her adversaries–once regretful and considerate, now free of guilt and full of tricky traits.

A difference in her visage–eye color and description transform between blinks and words–body parts capable of impossible feats, sometimes two of her to seal ones fate.

Medium built, boxer’s nose, handsome guy leaves a car, crosses the street. Twenty feet away, she guessed, and through a known doorway.

Seductive woman readies her skill as she closes in, then enters the doorway: stripper poles, lusting fellows await at a table. Reminiscent of faded slogan–“where you have it your way.”

“Always here before me,” to boxer-nose she spoke. He now sat in a private booth, eyes wide and steady as she entered. “Gonna have to get you a collar,”

She slid her butt in beside him, beginning the date. Her eyes were on him now. He ordered two drinks and reaching into his jacket–pulled out a thousand dollars.