honeysuckle heat

I need my whiskey straight & my hair pulled.

I walk the back alleys to The Retreat, the scent of honeysuckle hanging sweet in the air and the hand of desire pressing heavy on my belly. I’m a greedy girl and I need much tonight; a slide guitar, ice cubes cracking against a thick glass, a mouth on the curve of my neck.

Most of all, I need hands.

I push my way out to the beer garden and stand to the side til the noise no longer jars. Dark eyed girls with hunger know to keep to the shadows, to slide against walls where they won’t notice your burn and won’t question your gaze. And I can feast on the wrists to my hot little heart’s content.

I forget to look up when their sleeves end. A slender wristbone with a swirl of dark hair; his fingers hold promise but the cigarette makes my lip curl and my eyes wander. This one has succulent fingertips and my teeth ache to bite them, until I notice they’re cupped around a Bacardi Breezer. And it’s watermelon.

I trace a circuit around the beer garden, and I don’t look up. My desire isn’t wanton and the rules keep me wary; no nail polish, no thumbnails grown long by swaggering musicians, no nails slid into nervous mouths, no pale band of flesh hidden from the sun by a wedding ring, slipped into a pocket before the car door shuts.

A man in a cowboy hat is in the corner where the honeysuckle hangs low, and I watch him crushing sprigs between fingers and thumb. Long, ripe fingers without rings, without shame, and without me. I slide my eyes to the wrist and I know, I know, I can already taste him. The curve of bone holds a sprinkling of black hair and when I get closer I see strands of grey. My tongue slides between my teeth. I want to bite down & my chest hurts & I need so much right now that I can’t remember my own name.

I wonder how long it’s polite to talk before I can circle my fingers around his wrist and bring it to my greedy mouth, before I can slide one rounded finger under my tongue.

Where it belongs.

Currently unavailable for purchase

Summer nights make me hungry.


summer, succulent, ready, cowboy, desire, seduction, retreat, ripe, honeysuckle, bellmusker

I love the words that fall between the cracks; where I have to roll my sleeve up, jam my arm down into the darkness, and yank the stories up by their hair.

I write with black coffee, and bare feet.

Both seem to help.

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  • tut tuts
    tut tutsover 5 years ago

    ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…..what a tasty morsel! Glad there’s no watermelon in the tags…

  • PintaPinta
    PintaPintaover 5 years ago

    honey… cowboys… succulence… good lord, these words have transformed my monday-itis in a kaleidoscopic feast of dark shadows, blooming honeysuckle and the pursuit of a wary, wise hunter. i absolutely adore the cowboy crushing the sweet sprigs between his fingers. a pure spell my darling, an unsuspecting weave i’m dizzy to realise i’m completely entwined in. and i love, that whilst he might be a cowboy who crushes honey in his hands and is of the silent broody type, he has no idea of the hungry company he’s in… stellar words my love, stellar words.

  • Jo O'Brien
    Jo O'Brienover 5 years ago


  • Lisa  Jewell
    Lisa Jewellover 5 years ago

    Insatiable….a lick your lips piece.

    Awwww wrists. xx

  • Leith
    Leithover 5 years ago

    On top of your game once again Bell.
    These little windows into your world are so exciting to read.
    Smell, taste, sound.. you have a gift for noticing/remembering detail and for me, your more self indulgent writing like this is so enticing, so interesting. In fact it ended too quickly :)

    Oh and “I need so much right now that I can’t remember my own name”
    Man do I love that line..

  • jetsta42
    jetsta42over 5 years ago

    sizzle sizzle…x

  • burntblue
    burntblueover 5 years ago

    wow – you are one of the best writers on the bubble. Gorgeous, gorgeous work. Love it.

  • bearpaw
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  • PJ Ryan
    PJ Ryanover 5 years ago

    Your first line really pulled me into this and you had me all the way … so succulent x

  • Enivea
    Eniveaover 5 years ago

    You painted the whole scene for me so divinely – nearly choked on the Bacardi Breezer LOL – And watermelon!! Sooo know what you mean! Thanks for cheering me up :-)))

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