Black as the night- part three
Black as the night…
I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart and I know more than most. You smell like like wildflowers in the early Spring and you talk so sweet. You could steal a man’s soul and he wouldn’t know. I have loved you forever and a day.
She smiled and she whispered. Poetry man, order me a double shot of the Black Velvet whiskey. Maybe you can whisper me some sweet poetry, some kind love words on the empty dance floor. Maybe I will pretend I believe them?
She wore her short black silky dress, showing milky white tender legs. She tossed her shoes to the floor and she put her bare feet into my lap. I caressed them and I told her. I have seen you nude, bare and free. And I loved your fiery gaze, those coffee brown eyes penetrated my mind, my heart. But I never saw the essence of you. I loved your many tattoos on your soft skin, each meaningful to you and each one a story to told. We are Fall and Winter. Just twisted and drunk on disappointment.
She stood-up and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Story time is done and if you want to dance, not talk. Follow me to the dance floor, the jazz is sweet tonight and the Black velvet whisky is kicking in. I watched her walk away. Her hips and bare feet moved with the perfect jazz song and I followed her to the dance floor.
I wrapped my arms around her and she brought me in closer. She kissed my neck, my face and my lips. She whispered, silly man. I can not love, I have never loved. Nevermore, evermore and nothing more is the leftover of my sleeping heart. My heart was killed off by life, not love. I do appreciate you my word man. You make me smile and set my mind on fire. Remember no take backs dear lover, what we take, what we steal from another. We own it.
She turned her body around, moving slowly with the deep jazz. Rubbing her ass against me and I held her stomach. I told her. The night is long and we have till the morning light. Maybe we can take off our mask and I can write poetry on your bare skin and you can tell me the stories of the secret hidden tattoos on your beautiful body. Maybe we can learn to smile again?
She laughed at my words and she told me. You are a brave man and we have done the Devil dance a few times. You have seen my pretty face and my ugly face. And you are willing to stay with me. You do make me smile and maybe? I will make you smile.
Coyote