a night out...
she bats her lashes and smiles, softly biting her lip before taking your outstretched hand and standing up from the seat she once occupied. her head rests on your shoulder, in that perfect nook that seems just made for her.. your hand presses her hand to you, in a gesture of affection, to your firm, muscular chest and you begin to dance slowly, bodies pressed together, smelling the sultry fragrance of her hair. she smells like sweat and vanilla and the scents drive your mind crazy, taking long, deep breaths and you push closer to her.. and you don't feel her pulling away... you begin to softly kiss her neck, disregarding the room fuil of stranger.. she parts her lips, takes in a sharp breath as you run your tongue around her earlobe and give quick little nibbles.. you can feel her nails digging into your back, her eyes closed in happy bliss... the nails.. the pain that feels so good.. her scent.. the vanilla... the pink lips, as she's biting them.. you can't take it anymore..