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Frankie and Johnny "Just Jewels" (Duet with ThisDiamond)
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Frankie and Johnny "Just Jewels" (Duet with ThisDiamond) |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA 
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The lamp of the street light casting a soft glow while the dampness of the evening brought a chill...He knew this place, their place was waiting for the telltale sound of click, click. Heels, holding gorgeous skyscraper legs, carrying her seductively toward him. Lighting a smoke, he waited patiently, for this prize was well worth a century of standing alone on this corner. The curve of her hips bent the street light Into hourglass against his imagination Her mind wandered along his lapel, curving her ruby tipped fingers as she withdrew a little smoke of her own from the velvet that swayed at her shoulder Molten echoed in rush across his ears as she simply said..."Got a light, Slick?" Caressing his ears like a mink glove, reaching casually into a pocket, sliding gently over a derringer, carefully, gingerly a Zippo appears. The deft one handed maneuver of his fingers flicking open the lid and the flame appearing simultaneously, he reached toward her cigarette. Their hands lightly touching as the flame swirled in the breeze, lightly lifting a skirt to show a calve that men would, and probably had died for. "Sure Toots, whats ya name?" as the lighter deftly disappeared back into his pocket. "If I told ya, that would be cheatin'," she said with a grin. Her halo of white smoke made circles in his brain, a bit more vacant space than he ever realized was there. They stood silently, absorbing the electricity in the air, until finally the static moved along her silk stockings causing a cling of hem that riveted his wandering eyes as she turned an aloof shoulder. "So Johnny", she said in a throaty voice, "Just what kind of trouble could a good girl get into on this corner?" His voice took on the stammer of the chill that unconsciously ran along her neck as she awaited his bristly retort. Suddenly, the temperature seemed to have raised about 20 degrees, as smoke came from his ears, his brain swirling in an attempt to remain casual and in control of this dame. Knowing that he must show her that it was he who she came to, not she. Flicking away the dwindling butt into the sewer drain, shuffling a foot casually toward a polished toe, he lightly touches her foot with his own.... "OH, I don't know", he said casually, controlling the pitch of his voice watching those dark and gleaming eyes, knowing this dame was very practiced and could not easily be swept into his arms, let alone....his bed. "Depends on just what she might see before her, wanna get lucky?" The flutter of her eyes spoke volumes without a single sound from her moistly pursed lips. "Well Johnny, I am lucky", she responded. "The question is, are you?" All the self control he attempted drooled down the corner of his closely shaved neck...reminding him of the silken feel of those hands. She turned on her heel, and stood there looking right in his eyes. Witness to the lump in his throat that just reverberated under the weight of her stare. "Sure is warm tonight Johnny", she purred. "We should find a way to cool off." Speechless, knowing he had met his match... the swirling winds suddenly adding to the chill of excitement coarsing his veins, he stepped forward, slipping an arm around her waist, taking the lead, they walked into the darkness of the night, the rhythmic sound of her heels echoing a staccato with the hammer of his heart.... The night was young and luck was in the air. He flipped a coin, catching it ....noticing it was heads....Yes, tonight would be a lucky night. Checking his pocket watch as they walked a bold block or two, he opened the warehouse door, and reached in just past her silhouette to click the lights. Stretched out in rows lined up the iceboxes, and reality checked with a bold black smart! "I told you I wanted the white one Johnny" she responded evenly past the red smudge of lip outline and bobbing curler... And Johnny knew right then, he should never have beer for dinner. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I don't think I've ever seen a story/prose done in a duet before....wow! This must have taken quite an effort! You two blend well! |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Wow! This was fabulous...the atmosphere leaked out of the computer into my room. |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
This is sooo 40's, it oozes Bogie and Bacall. I felt as if I were reading in black and white. Well done. And what an ending-- Smiles -- susan |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Brava!! This is incredible writing!! It seemed to be something right out of Guys & Dolls... and I was also waiting for someone to say.. "Play it again Sam". Amazing concept carried of expertly. Kudos to two of Passions finest! ~Smiles, Hugs & Cheers to you both, Nancy~ |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Thank you for the comments.... Writing this was actually a battle of the sexes....as you can see, (clearing his throat)....(again).... (again)... I can't do it... I will not admit that she won!!! Thanx K. for the adventure, yes Bogey and McCall certainly came to my mind as we put this together... I think Bogey always won??? |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
A toast to you Bogey... Such smiles and laughter brightened my time spent with a good friend, writing the higher ground (heehee) Always fun to stretch the imagination, and an easy task with such a accomplished writer as our Dear Magnus. Thank you everyone for your comments, and hope you smiled as much as we did. TD |
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