Dying Between Her Thighs
We were halfway through the bottle, in the background Linkin Park
was screaming they belonged somewhere.
She looked at me with her dark smoldering eyes complimented by
smoky grey eye shadow and motioned me to move closer, as if to tell
me a secret and whispered into my ears tonight you are going to
die between my thighs and parted her legs ever so slightly.
We got the check and moved down to the front lobby, I asked for a
king size bed and the cute little thing behind the counter obliged
and handed me a key.
It seemed like forever before we were in the room, not a second to
waste. She grabbed me, pushed me to the wall and hitched up her
skirt
my hand-phone rang, muttering curses I answered it
breathlessly Ya, Left Here, it was Joanne and she was pissed mad
go look at your car she hissed. I punctured all the tires, next
time go get a room someplace else. Oh Man, I had forgotten that
Joanne was singing in the lobby lounge, she probably saw us getting
into the lift. I was roasted, roasted before I could die between
those heavenly thighs.
