Ballad of Hot Momma
Dressed up in red silk, pearls, and black leather, Hot Momma tramps round the corner to the dance hall in search of a honey for the night. She passes on a short dude, waved off on a rich rube, and declines the advances of a fun guy with jive.
At a quarter till eleven, she gives up and makes ready to leave. But as she heads for the door, she spots a big and tall man, well-dressed, fit, and all man, and he’s looking at her.
She flashes a smile, and as he struts in her direction, she watches the fire dance in his eyes. And when he comes close, she puts her hands on her hips, puckers her lips, and says, “Hey big and tall man, well-dressed, fit, and all man, I’m Hot Momma, and I want you for my honey tonight.”
They drink some and talk some, then sashay round the dance floor till a quarter to three. His hands move all over her body, and he whispers of sweet things that could be.
Her heart pounds inside; she feels weak in the knees; and at times, she struggles to breathe. Finally, she grabs his arm and says, “Come on, big and tall man, well-dressed, fit, and all man, I want to be more than just teased.”
She leads him straight out the door and round the corner to her place in a high-rise on the sixth floor. Inside, she peels off her clothes in a hot sexy manner and slips between red satin sheets. Then she watches him strip off his clothes as he prances around and shows off his delights underneath.
In bursts of unbridled passion, she makes him love her just right. And when she has had all she wants, she whispers, “Hey big and tall man, undressed, fit, and all man, I’m your Hot Momma, and I want you again for my honey tonight.”
Copyright © 2024 Frank Zahn. Published in Adelaide Literary Magazine, Number 70, November 2024, https://adelaidebooks.org/eulah-mae.