Natures Gift

The chatter of drunken people, the clatter of beer bottles, is suddenly broken by the tap of a hand on a microphone. I switch off from the conversation with friends. I tap my nail on the table at first to the pick of a guitar string.

The Smooth and rhythmical plucking of the strings gets me on my feet. My body rocks to the beat of the bass, the beat are old, and twelve bars to bear my soul. The deep sounds of his voice I feel my veins move, I am becoming entranced.

One Step, two step and I am standing on the table. I raise my hands in the air, I close my eyes like a lovers kiss. My heart beats like a drum. Alcohol, drugs and music flow in my veins. I am smiling; I tap my boots on the table.
The clapping of hands with the beat provides the catalyst for eroticism in the public domain. The slide of a steal guitar, and the slide of finger nails under my shoulder straps.

A slip of this, and a slip through that, followed by a snap of this, after a tap of my boot and I am natures gift in full view. The rhythm of the music moves my body like silhouette of satin blowing in the wind it energises my soul, and hypnotises my brain.

Music, clapping and whistles blend into the ambience; I feel the crisp night air on my skin. The music stops I open my eyes, with applause my nervous smile becomes a cheeky grin.

I step down from the table, lovers quarrel I have the attention of all the guys in the room, like a sleek and slender kitty cat with ball of string.

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