Roxi stood in the shadows of the back of the club. She couldn’t decide which was a worse assault on her ears – the 3 piece “punk” band on stage, or the guy she’d met as she walked in the club for her gig earlier. He just would not just up. She could barely hear herself think over his rambling ‘Hey sweetheart’ or ‘How ya’ doin over there?’s. They rolled off his lips so easily, much like her eyes when he’d ramble. For her own amusement, she played into it. Feigning interest, she’d smile, ‘mhm’, or absently lick her lip and wink at him. Oops. “God, this is too damn easy,” she mused.
More after the jump…
Kissed by the sun, by the soft summer’s breeze. My muscles relaxing in the warmth of the afternoon.
Birds singing, the little waves on the lake whispering when they touch the shore. thoughtlessly I draw a finger over my skin and I smile as I drift off in a day dream and then it’s not the sun kissing me anymore.
Your lips brush softly over mine and instead of the waves, it’s your voice whispering in my ear the nefarious thoughts you have been having. And I am pretty sure that the deep red blush on my cheeks has nothing to do with being in the sun too long….
I love a dirty mind. after the cut because it’s a nude pic……