“You worry me,†she whispered loudly into Trista’s ear. Hips undulated with the vibe, the glory of being together – alone – in a club full of people. She teased, taunted, and beckoned her closer. “I’m yours. Don’t forget. We belong here in the now, here in the day. The woman in me wants the woman in you.â€
Trista succumbed to the lusciousness in front of her. Nobody else mattered. Only this vixen in slit skirt made her salivate like this. She pulled her closer, melted her body into her soul-mate’s, whispered back, “The woman in me wants the woman in you.â€
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Lance of My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog fame invited me to take part in his 100wordsong challenge. Taking a song – writing 100 words as you please. How hard/easy can that be, right? Yeah. I’m really not “up” on current music, but I enjoy what other folks publish – and I gave this one a listen. Phew! Is it hot in here – or is it just Trista?
Nobody I know – except in the furthest corners of my mind. Enjoy.