Yeah, she had svelte arms and legs encased in sexy dark hose. A body that commanded your attention. The way she sang the song, with her eyes closed, attention to detail, with a care that was uncommon. She moved stiffly at times but in a way that told you she was well in tune with what she was delivering. Her mouth was big and open. Perfect teeth. She held her arm while she sang in a way that told you she’s no imitation. A hat knitted by her grandmother? That mouth. I kept thinking it would take the biggest ball gag we have. It would be great to make her sing the song and then immediately gag her with the largest spider gag we have, still wearing that knitted cap. A douse of honey on the tongue.
The song is succinct. Her delivery equal. The guitarist gives her what she cannot deliver without. Oh dear, would we stick something in that face hole?
I don’t know where it is, but rest assured, I will be praying for it.