Lady midnight.

Lady midnight…

I found you again my dear lady midnight. Too much whiskey, too much loneliness and you are looking so sweet, in your satin and silky nightgown. You straddle me and I smell perfumed skin; I smelled whiskey and cigarettes. You asked me. What do you see when you look into my eyes sugar. Am I honey and sweet, or maybe the devil’s kiss?

I told her. She is my sin, my whiskey kisses and the softness and warmth of skin, I have dreamed of for a thousand years. I need you now. Please stay with me awhile.

She smiled and she whispered. I am a midnight dancer, a kiss stealer and I can loan you some love only. Is this enough?

I told her. Us thieves in the night. We love the taste of the skin, warm kisses and wild dances where two become one in the goal of pleasure, laughter and fulfilling the need that want more with every touch. We have tonight, we have the whiskey and you are everything I need dear lover.

She smiled and she told him. You make me smile, warm in the places I need to feel warmer. Lover, lover. Let’s steal and take till we can’t no-more.

Dancer Coyote