Steamy, Sultry Night In the Vieux Carre

walking slow, oh it could be called dancing crowded with Bourbon Street night people music filling the air, we stop every so often wrapped arms around each other and swayed firing up to the already hot-blood New Orleans seems to affect all the out-of-town tourists and the nights are specially made for physical reaction big easy, sin city, whatever, a city of cool coitus her willowy body pressed so close to mine her face in my neck nuzzling and groping I feel her eyelashes teasing, pleasing, my neck we're fused together with lover's super glue she broke away, her café au lait eyes dancing as she tiptoed up to speak softly in my ear in her intense and absolute Cajun accent sha, we gon stay out heah on da street all night lovely Denise didn't need to say anymore I danced her back to her pad above Galatoire's and it wasn't just to get the grime off when we showered with plenty of soap and water