[AS I WAIT FOR YOU]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/9Pes54J8PVw
Waiting... I stand waiting for you as the world hurtles past...
So fast... a moment at a stop light and then full speed ahead only to run into another stop light.
A series made up of herky jerky succession and regression on the way to moving ahead.
Standing stock still as the motion threatens to make one earthsick.
Rush hours and commutes to the towers which thrust into the sky bearing witness to mans need to impress queens... to own the land that other men work on.
Phallic symbols which will one day fall to the ground as rusting metal returning to the dirt from whence it came.
Carbon signatures of once great nations which make up the foundations of who we are.
These larger than life creations of Allah... so small and insignificant...
I wonder how you shall come... will you overwhelm or will you be as the tide slowly creeping in?
Will you make my breath catch in my throat or will you be as honey... dripping into my subconscious... sweetly sweet.
Standing on the corner of life waiting for you...
Waiting.
[THE NEED] PART ONE. AN EROTIC SHORT STORY FEATURING LEELEE AINT MSBEHAVIN
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
J
I wake from sleep and instantly she flits across my mind.
I see her everyday and I want to talk to her but it seems that its never the right time.
I stand and walk into the kitchen and start the coffeemaker and commence to throw together a breakfast.
A couple of boiled eggs and some turkey bacon. Fresh pineapple that I sliced last night.
The alarm on my phone rings and I turn it off.
I don't know why I set the damn thing, I always seem to wake before it goes off anyway.
She crosses my mind again and I drift on the memory of her as I drink my coffee and eat.
I have been alone for 5 years and I value my freedom, yet she makes me want to be with someone again.
We catch the same bus every day and we have for about a year, the first time I saw her the bus was crowded and she walked on and I closed my eyes for a second as I willed her to sit by me.
She was so beautiful that I found myself wanting to smell her just to see if beauty had a smell.
She walked past the one empty seat before where I was sitting and slid into the seat next to me.
I felt her thigh as it brushed mine and then I smelled her.
I swooned, if a warrior can do that.
Her scent was magnificent.
That was the first time.
L
The alarm wakes me from the same reoccurring dream.
He held me in his loving embrace... our eyes meet and then...
The loud siren reminds me that it's time to get ready for work.
Why do I constantly think about this man? I don't even know him. But there's something about this handsome stranger that peeks my interest.
I shower, get dressed and make lunch for the kids before they head out for school.
Grapefruit, toast, egg whites and green tea was consumed before I rushed to the bus stop.
I've spent many lonely days and nights since my divorce 2 years ago from my sons' father. Afraid to be hurt again, I chose not to open my heart to another.
My thoughts take me back to him. Everyday for about a year, I have seen this gentleman on the bus. He has a pleasant smile. I have a good vibe about him. I'm not sure if he's married.
We have only talked once.
That was a year ago.
I stepped onto the bus and paid my fare. I look across and noticed two empty seats. One was next to him.
For some reason I was drawn towards his direction.
I sat next to him and our eyes met and we smiled.
I was giddy like a school girl on her high school crush.
J
We talked that first time and I know her name.
It's Lisa, and sometimes I have found myself repeating it in my mind like a mantra, a talisman with which to ward off evil.
Today I have made my mind up. I am going to talk to her. I am going to invite her into my world.
So many years alone because of my desire not to be hurt again... Because of my desire not to hurt anyone.
I have had sex but I have always laid it on the line.
Told women that we could be friends but never lovers for love has been such a bitter friend of mine.
I have seen her on rainy days and cold days. Hot muggy days when her hair became damp with her sweat and the curls of her new growth seemed to frame her face like that of a painting from one of the great artists whose work hangs in museums.
With her heavy on my mind I open the door and the light of this new day rushes in and seems to pull me forth.
L
Jerald...
He replied as he shook my hand. His smile was warm and friendly. I felt comfortable and safe in his presence. A modern day warrior protecting his Queen.
Since my divorce, I swore off relationships. I accepted my inevitable future of living alone with a few cats. Maybe even going to the nearby bingo hall to pass time. I couldn't see myself back out on the dating scene.
I've been celibate for two years and quite frankly, wasn't stressed for sex. I figured one day God would send me a mate... in due time.
This man right here, you could tell he was a hard working man. I've seen him headed to work wearing his uniform, while other men were hanging out on street corners working their illegal hustle.
I looked into his eyes and saw a kind heart. There was something about this man that was different from the rest.
What was once a cloudy day, took a complete turn. The moment he spoke, the sun shined brighter, the birds sung louder. I can hear The Rascals singing in my head...
It's a beautiful morning...
A beautiful morning indeed.
I was anxious to see what the day had in store.
J
Damn man why the bus always got be so late?
I want to see her.
Oh, there it is. I see it as it stops at the stop before mine and the long line of students pile on. it seems to take forever and I move towards the back of the bus to sit in the back corner where I always sit. I like to see who gets on the bus. I was once on a bus where a woman got on blasting at her husband for stealing her food stamps.
Her stop is three stops from min and I see her standing there before the bus stops.
Hands done got sweaty and shit but its now or never and the bus stops.
She is the first one on and I am sure that she will take one of the seats to the front... I do not feel like walking up there where the old women sit. They are just to damn nosy. All up in your mouth and shit.
She shows the driver her pass and starts to walk through the bus and she makes her way to the back and looks me in the eyes before taking the seat next to mine.
I muster everything I have and I turn to her and say... "Hi.
L
I looked at my watch, then look up the street.
Where is that bus?
With my foot tapping and my mouth releasing inpatient grunts, I wait. Feels like eternity.
Finally the bus approaches. There goes that school girl giggle again.... accompanied by butterflies inside of my stomach.
I flash my bus card to the bus driver as I scan the crowded bus. I have a good feeling about today.
The bus was filled with passengers, loud voices and that stinch from the drunk man sitting in the front. I tuned the world out when my eyes found his. My legs felt wobbly as I made my way towards the seat next to his. He still wore that warm, pleasant smile. I take my seat and he says...
"Hi."
"Hello, Jerald." I replied
