Derelict's and Chocolate

Ever notice how a woman can command a room without trying? Ever wondered what she tastes like? How does she kiss? Where are her special nooks and crannies that make her melt in your arms? I wondered the same when I saw...her.

  She walked into the room and stole the show. I don't know who she was, I didn't really care. Watching her walk through tough guys, jealous women and looky lou's was the icing on the cake. Then, she made a b-line towards me. Unconventional was an understatement to her "Nom de clure". She exudes the kind of legendary sex you hear about from professionals. Arrestingly beautiful from tip to tail. Captivated by her sway when she sauntered in my direction.

 She didn't speak. She didn't introduce herself. She calmly caressed the back of my head and kissed me as if it were her last. That kiss stole my breath, my thoughts of being in the room with others as well as my caring if they gawked. If she were a drug, I am the addict. Her skin felt like silk but looked like mocha. Her lips were full with intoxication. Although I was drunk on her spell, I don't remember feeling her body close to mine when she kissed me and I don't remember caring either way. Wrapped up in her spell for mere moments unaware I had been standing there with my eyes closed in a room full of people. She had left my person standing like a statue carved for her pleasure while she walked away without a word.

 Some would say succubi are that dangerous. Some would say she enchanted the room before entering which is why I felt drunk. I believe she was never there but her calling sign among thieves and killers led me to believe she was both and then some. You know how when a woman walks into a room and steals the very air you breathe? I do now.