Had a liquor while the songman played. The light in the place was transportive. You came in bright and cross-eyed. Your smile reached me at the end of the bar from across the room. You came in and we hugged. Went into the theatre and it was dark and blood-red. We took to an empty row and left the aisle seat empty. You were as darling curled up there as you were when you first came in. Little Brother came in and sat in the empty. We watched the band, tapped and bopped along. We saw Little Brother off after, and burned one in the cold mud by the patio deck. The whole time we were talking I could feel you wanting things to move along and get me alone inside. I kissed you on the sofa in there, closed my tab and took you to my car. Put the passenger seat all the way back and climbed on top of you. You went crazy with my hands running up and down the tall length of you. My fingers at your neck. You biting mine. Hard. I ran the edge of my index finger up and down your crease until you were hot and wet there, and writhing. I pulled up your shirt and down your bra, over your right breast and took your nipple in my mouth. Bit it gently. You got wild and wet. I drove you to your car. Got out and kissed you and ran my hands up and down the tall length of you. When I got home I couldn’t sleep. I lie awake thinking about your pussy. Finding your G-spot. The smiling face that reached me, across the room, that was pinned underneath me in my car, as you moved and grinded and pushed yourself up and into me, found me again in the dark.
Going for the Throat 