The music starts a hint of melody wafting to the beat of a closing door She sways sashays away from her owner sheds her pale skin and insecurities along with her clothes Music building strumming, humming supple fingers juicy lips she folds and unfolds like an origami swan Silveresque pole shimmering long and hard between her legs the men sliding sweaty twenties hoping theirs will be the next Smoke and steam create a dream the lights a haze she flickers like an aurora ethereal surreal above desperation salvation Semi closed, bloodshot eyes devouring her body embodying the faces of every woman Her soul moves with the sky until she rejoins the night reclaiming her skin Shopping carts traffic lights, she hands damp bills out her window donating the remnants of her secret self
She came alive on that stage, Boo! Magnificent writing.
Thank you!
There is something enchanting here! Good stuff, Boo!
Thank you for reading and for the restack
Incredible! I could visualize everything. A magnificent work!
Welcome back! Love it.