Brown Gal | A 100 Word Story

#661 | Queen of Jazz | Rhythm and Soul Tarot

Today on Erica Drayton Writes, the Prompt is sticks!
Write a 100 word story.
And tag me if you take up the challenge.

Dark chocolate skin.
My eyes darin’ to sin.
Watch her every movement to the beat,
can’t control my tappin’ feet.

She eyes me from across the room.
Her crimson lips mouthing doom.
With matching fire nails she taunts,
every man knows what she wants.

No one can move while in her trance,
all we can do is watch her dance.
Hips that sway her to the center,
begging for someone to catch her.

Now, the music seems to flow,
from her arms it grows.
Bodies drop; one, two, three, four,
she moves across the crimson floor.

For just one more.

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