Roger Kranos
Flower Man
The successful business man tapped the breaks with the extension of his lower chin, the soul patch of his beard dancing to the beat of the music in his head. It was true, this was a place of carnal joys and visceral stimulation. Hardly the sort of locale for such serious discourse. Maybe another time, face deep in a glass, powdered noses in the mirror, they could find time together to be more reflective and internally analytic.
Her hand, like a smooth silk scarf descending his chest in reverse, down trodden eyes followed the gesture with a break in the pulse. He could hear it in his ear but he couldn't seem to feel it, not until that caress of his face mane as it tugged him back from the clouds. With a smile to reveal only the top set of his teeth, pushed against a pronounced bottom lip, he turned his head to Mitzi and let out a soft sigh. His fingers, laced in the aura of his own high, reached up and grabbed her hand before following it back down, the tantalizing finger nails, well manicured, just skimming the surface of her arm before reaching the chest pocket on his shirt.
A dip and pull, out pops the poppers. Placing them down upon the felt of the table, game long ago abandoned for the conversation at hand, he opened the pack up and pulled out a small white seed. Unbroken, unfaltering, eye contact led the way as he honed in on her mouth, placing the cactus popper just at the cusp and part of her lips. Would she smile, now?
"Take that holiday with me..."
She was his favorite gal. Even if it was through the veil of alcohol and haze of intoxication, there was a certain clarity with her now, sitting on his lap and clamoring for that shared high.
[member="Mitzi May"]
Her hand, like a smooth silk scarf descending his chest in reverse, down trodden eyes followed the gesture with a break in the pulse. He could hear it in his ear but he couldn't seem to feel it, not until that caress of his face mane as it tugged him back from the clouds. With a smile to reveal only the top set of his teeth, pushed against a pronounced bottom lip, he turned his head to Mitzi and let out a soft sigh. His fingers, laced in the aura of his own high, reached up and grabbed her hand before following it back down, the tantalizing finger nails, well manicured, just skimming the surface of her arm before reaching the chest pocket on his shirt.
A dip and pull, out pops the poppers. Placing them down upon the felt of the table, game long ago abandoned for the conversation at hand, he opened the pack up and pulled out a small white seed. Unbroken, unfaltering, eye contact led the way as he honed in on her mouth, placing the cactus popper just at the cusp and part of her lips. Would she smile, now?
"Take that holiday with me..."
She was his favorite gal. Even if it was through the veil of alcohol and haze of intoxication, there was a certain clarity with her now, sitting on his lap and clamoring for that shared high.
[member="Mitzi May"]