Whisky and wine

Not a true story.

The dim lit bar with the checkered floor

somehow accentuated her curves,

formed by high-waisted jeans

leading all the way up

to the black blouse embracing her torso

-just a simple black blouse- 

softly exposing  the shoulders

that guided his look on her golden brown waves,

the blood red lips and the spot right underneath

her left lip corner 

It was as if she was floating 

in the middle of the floor,

a natural extension of the bar, 

just like the dust speckles 

illuminated by the low lights

He finished his whisky with a swift move

Imagining he was drinking her,

It never tasted any better 

She never tasted any better

His hands cold and shaky 

Sense of time was prolonged

to an excruciating slow-motion 

Trapping his eyes on her

The feeling of desire growing

No outside noises

It was as though they had been muffled 

By the tension inside

She had seen him 

A pair of eyes locking their focus on him 

The second whisky was deemed necessary 

Tiny drops of sweat were now forming on his forehead

A pair of black ankle boots started walking towards him 

He didn't dare to look up 

Not until her perfume reached his nose

It smelled the way color red should smell

Passion and burning desire

Reviews

[Ana B.]

I love the way you put a smell to the red color. Vivid and intense, loved it :)

[Marina]

Thank you Ana! Much appreciated

[Paul Bell]

Wow, like the slow build up, the pent up needing.
The waiting as the desire takes hold. Finally passion and desire rewarded. Dark and sultry. I like it.

[Marina]

Thanks Paul. It did take me longer than usual to set up the build-up. Did I earn a whisky lol

[Paul Bell]

You sure did. Sending a bottle over. Well maybe half a bottle, or a third. The bottle is nice, even if it is empty. lol