Today’s Music: Ben Webster – Solitude
If he was La Guapa, El Guapo would look like this.
But with a goatee.
The swirl of steam escapes the triple espressos,mingling with the wisps of smoke from lavender cigarettes, the waves parting as El Guapo saunters to the stage of the dimly lit room. His black felt beret matching his black wool suit matching his (mostly) black goatee matching his black Ray Ban sungla-
*thud*
El Guapo turns his tripping into a smooth “I meant to do that” hop and twirl, removing his sunglasses and hopping on stage.
He nods to Sufjiannan Eisenberg on the electric glockenspiel, and takes his place in front of the mic.
A pinpoint spotlight lifts him out of the dark, slowly expanding to illuminate his presence on the stage…
I thrust in my arm as you close around me.
You clench.
I clench.
*plink*
You open, parting with a whisper as you swallow me whole.
Gently, I press against your button.
*plooonk*
You sigh, then rush
With me
Inside
You
*pling plink*
Faster…faster..faster.fasterfaster
*plinkink*
Higher…higher..higher.higherhigher
*PLUNGGGGG*
Together we ride
Up.
Up.
I feel it coming…
*plingplingPLONGplunk*
There it is-
DING!!!
*pling*
You shudder, then come
To
A
Halt.
I step off the elevator.
*plang*
Coool….
Guapola 