Mardi Gras II: The French Quarter
~Min continues to enchant me in the Crescent City~
Arm in Arm we stroll. The Carnival of Bourbon Street fading away behind us. I watch as the passing Men look back to see you go bye. Seeing the yearning look in their eyes. Knowing they are feeling the fever of the heat you are emanating. The heat that is surging up my arm, seeping into me, and making me want you even more.
We turn a corner and the door man at Pat O'Brien's virtually bows to you as he waves us in. We work our way to the center Courtyard, your nails digging into my arm. The excitement in you is on Fire! I can almost hear it popping in you. Your smile is Delicious, your Countenance the most alluring thing imaginable.
I find a Single, RARE seat at a Counter and lead you to it. Settling you into it, I hail a barmaid and order 2 Hurricanes. At my return, I find 3 men paying you exclusive attention. You keep me from pumping adrenalin by seeing me and reaching your hand to me. The Rat Pack falls away, and we Toast one another and where we are.
Two Hurricanes Later, we find ourselves dancing to the swaying beat coming over the Sound System. Sashaying our asses, we're swinging one another, our knees tween each others. Our hips meet in some wild Merenge/hip-hop/Texas-Two Step kinda Grind! Everyone around us catches the Energy and they ALL begin to move. I wonder how many OTHER people are going to feed off this Energy of OURS! We Whirl, like some Manic Fucking Nuclear Reactor. We Dance! Your arm extended. Your wrist lazily hangs over my shoulder as we grind, your skirt hiked suggestively high on your thighs as you work my knee higher yet.