this morning #622.

this morning, her socks slid smoothly across the hardwood floors as the resounding sounds of lee morgan’s horn lifted her higher. infinite energy flowed out from those notes & got her ass going. twisting to & fro. snaking at an angle at some imaginary camera in the corner to the sounds of “the sidewinder.” right around the five-minute mark, she found herself tossing her hair on & off of her face as the watusi took hold. outside, it was cold. it was getting hot in here though, as she inched toward the mirror, seducing her reflection with deep dips & loose hips. by the end of the song, her heart was pumping. her eyes were wide. her smile was no longer shoved down inside.