TEQUILA BABYLON
by A.J.Heard

Golden liquid arousal. Tequila. Sending flash floods of heat along estuaries of veins, nerves like tiny rivulets...and raw moments of lust peek from behind the broad back of respectability, while my tongue slowly, suggestively caresses the edge of my mouth. Sensations tingle from my lips...to lips. And ever increasing wetness in both areas, as heat sizzles, sending jolt after jolt to my mind to explain this slow heavy languor stealing over me. Allowing me to float in this stew of wantonness, all inhibition drifts away leaving me naked in my lusty desire. Strange hand, warm palm caresses my waist while unknown fingers slide down the side of my face, sending alarms throughout my frazzled awareness. I know you not. Not know you I. Know you not I. Strange eyes, sharp, cunning, lies. Sweet smile hiding Devils' wants. This is not my "Prince of Dreams". Wizard of the heart. Keeper of the message. This impostor, spinning me into his warp and woof faster than I can cut my way free. My thoughts like frozen fish, flash sporadically behind my startled eyes. Sending sos's of danger. Pushing away from this unsolicited violation, hand against his warm chest, my fingers curl in disgust at what folly could have been perpetuated here. Tequila. A gateway to new horizons. All with an area code of 911. Tequila. Mysterious Goddess. Whore of Babylon. Favours scattered among the cities and byways. To turn my "Prince of Dreams into another Pimp, Mack Daddy, the man who says when and where and how low. Training me to peddle my ass. Transactions of the blood.

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