The silky rhythms of Ludwig Van caressed his senses as he walked by the sapling in his neighbors yard on his way from backwashing their pool. It was then he began to feel a certain sense of warmth overcome his parts. A flood of elation no doubt compounded by all the wine being distributed throughout these parts, causing an effect not unlike his very soul being fellated.
With his neighbors often in travel mode, having once been a very reputable pool guy, he was asked to keep an eye on their chlorinated oasis. With his responsibilities came a key bearing full dibs on an outdoor cooler locked and stocked with enough beer and wine to intoxicate the church choir girls so abundantly they could all end up becoming pregnant.
He had lost track of all the pool care given and alcohol consumed just as much as he had miscalculated the number of miles that his mind found itself wandering as he passed by their tree with each step. The weird little dancing girl tree he had called it. Though some found it to be an eyesore on an otherwise bountiful garden alex had grown rather fond of this particular sprouting. It's branches chiseled with most exquisitely unique detail by Mother Nature so as that it curved in all the wrong and yet so right places. Upon initial glance it's appearence evoked a grace not unlike that of an agile ballerina. Not having even casual female presence amongst his current existence found Alex dubbing the unusual tree his dream girl.
He had often joked that one of these drunken nights while minding the pool he was going to join the tree in it's supposed dance. Tonight as he hummed along to the classical music that orchestrated from within his head he felt the moment overtake him. Though his vision would be impaired he smiled at the weird little dancing girl tree and his agile ballerina lead him into buoyant frolic. With one hand on her tiny waist and another in the grasp of wooded palms the magic of drunken dance impelled his body in mirthful waltz.
The wind flapped it's glorious wings in a whipping frenzy of his delusion. Through alcohol fueled hazing there were mutual smiles exchanged between himself and the weird little dancing girl tree. With the magical strains of Ludwig Van reaching outward from his skull into the night air rhythm cradled on the flapping winds driving his gyrations mad with delirious ferocity. It was as if his loins were consumed by urges augmented of their own ultra-violence. No amount of toxic liquified consumption would be able to justify the fact that Alex was now infected with full blown horn dog disease. Through drunken meditation there existed miniscule regret for his lack of companionship. A rendering that would trump overlooked knowledge that tomorrow morning he would be extracting splinters from his fleshy regions. As above so below.
*****Scribbles writing challenge. Not sure of original post date*****
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