That Night

 Eloquence above measure… poise to die for… though her pages were shot full of holes… the prose in which she began to describe told a story unfold…. But unseen by the naked eye… her voice shy… and … rather timid… she hiked up her skirt knee high to empress… the work day was ended and she let out a deep breath as a sign of relief she now  could step out what they seeked into something more sleek… something more her…

As she poured all of her energy on working… being successful was her fate and nothing could forsake… what… she… had…worked… for… driving her feet into midnight blue, strapless, 7 inch heels….with the… umm….. sparkles I guess…. in which she almost fell taking of the shelf… she thought to herself note: I’m 5’2 I need a stepping stool for this….The trick is not to stress…

Now she could step out with her curve hugging black backless freakem’ dress with the midnight blue, strapless, 7 inch heels with the sparkles I guess she had purchased just for this evening workless night…
As she walked heads turned… neck leaned… women where at her reach… it’s like the angel had came out to preach… about… her… now that’s she there she might as well dance… her hips moved moving her hand above her head… she’s vibein with the 808 as it felt like it was put there just for her… for her hips… dipping in and out of her lap and her trap and into her 2 door car and now back in her condo releasing a sigh from a long night… that night she was in control… away from his voice now next to her… that night was hers…