A vision of more to come
With a nervous sip at the beer before him, his piercing blue
eyes traced the bar. From the faux mahoghany stools to the
hypnotic lights careening off the mirror along the back
wall, he saw her, adorned in a simple white dress shirt with
the briefest of black miniskirts, accentuating her long
legs finished by minimal heels. Boldly, he continued watching
her, noting the fall of her summer sun bleached hair, the
high cheekbones framing eyes as warm, as inviting as her
lips, a cupid's bow surrounding a flawless smile.
Looking askance at the seats between them, he moved closer.
His sudden intake of breath as the music from the jukebox
shifted to the bass tones of a forgettable crooner brought
him the essence of her scent over the malt and spices of the
drinks around him. Wrapping him in the briefest of embraces,
the lingering smell of lavendar, the intoxicating scent
of her perspiration on this night, all combined in a savage
imperative to awaken the more bestial passions inherent
in Man. He must at least know her name!
Moving with the beat of the music, she steps toward the dance
floor, her full rounded hips giving a sway as if to tease
the desire of those keen enough to see. Her breasts are barely
visible, taut and full against the sheer white of the shirt,
the collar open to expose the creamy expanse of her cleavage,
inviting, begging to be stroked, caressed in appreciation.
her tongue, a pink intruder slipping free of the pearled
prison of her smile, flicks across her lush lips with deliberate
lewdness. Her prey is ensnared, her eyes hungrily taking
in the vision before her. There he stands, still in the forest
of others, younger then she, certainly, unsure of his desires
yet trapped by them as surely as her gaze held him rooted
to the spot. Clad in the uniform of the age, hair cropped
close, his eyes as gleaming sapphires set in the flexible
youth of his face. A generous mouth, one blessed with a sunny
smile, broad chest contained barely by the rich fabric
of his tee shirt, tucked into blue jeans molded pornographically
tight to Olympian muscled thighs and legs. Anxious he seems,
sipping his beer in the harsh glare of the strobe, echoing
off the glints the sun had left in his hair, his forearms
flexing as he raises the glass to his lips. With a few more
seconds, she will be within the close circle of his defenses,
able to breathe in the scent of his aftershave, inhale the
aroma of that upright Beast caled man in her sights.
And so the stars in their firmaments pinwheel through the
glittering sky...let us leave the lovers alone, fixed
in time and space, until next we greet them.....a vision
of things to come.
werewolf
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