Steady, Darling

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Steady, darling, you must slow your breath. Yes, he has the sort of beauty that makes you scream in the inside, but darling, please steady the pace of that anxious heart. His voice is smooth like velvet, rich like dark chocolate, but try not to melt within the melody of his rasp. Even if it reminds you of 2 am and the tune of a broken man revealing the depth of his secrets in between the steady hum of a Fender Strat.

Take a sip of your whiskey sweetheart, it will help calm the nerves spinning in circles as you struggle to keep your patent leather pumps on the cool concrete. Move, but move slowly. Let him catch the eager sway of your hips; the subtle curve of your breasts hugging the threads of your blouse. He’s a pistol and he’s ready to attack–careful darling, but give in to his advances, it’s just one drink. It won’t hurt to lose yourself for the night; to let go of the monsters building walls inside your head.
-Steady, Darling | kristina a. caron