Grace Files - Whiskey Blues

Those eyes... my heart beats faster and harder. I’m surrounded by the scent of sharp, sweet whiskey, faint musky perfumes and colognes barely masking an undercurrent of sweat and desire. All of which have me on sensory overload. The soft, dim lighting building the perfect ambiance of intimacy. My body hums under his stare as we slip into a private bubble for just the two of us. 

Jack picks up his guitar and continues watching me like he’s assessing me. He plays a few chords, and a rhythm takes shape. It’s a deep, sensual sound that goes with the rumble of his voice. His band mates join in with their instruments of choice, a trumpet playing long low notes and bass guitar adding depth to the tune. Jack closes his eyes and hums into the microphone and the band’s notes fall in line. Then he sings in a deep gravel tone, holding the syllables to the rhythm he’s set out. 

Hair like flames 

All around my soul 

She never tames 

Her spirit for those 

Promises and lovers’ games

She will never bow to your ideals 

Her heart is strong and only hers 

Blinding love that never reveals 

She’ll share her time, the line blurs 

Hold her tight 

for one last kiss 

Eyes so bright, 

You’ll forever miss 

The heat and the light 

She will never bow to your ideals 

Her heart is strong and only hers 

Blinding love that never reveals 

She’ll share her time, the line blurs 

And I think I’m lost...