He makes my body move like only music does. I'd grip him in every way I can. My only anchors to this reality. He knocks me directly into orbit with each touch, taste, pull, pinch and lick. Its all push and pull, give and take. He makes me want to wax poety to love songs about both pleasure and pain. Makes me want to hide away and gain 20lbs feeding each other soul food.
The kind of love he pulled from my ribs unwrapped me. Unfolded whatever I thought I could keep to myself because my deepest wish in his presence was to share. What. Ever. The. Hell. I. Could. It could get ugly. Baring so much of ones soul was a fearless act I wasn't even sure I had the stomach for.
He was like light personified. A beacon beckoning lost souls through the dark. I saw him when there was nothing else. That is the kind of effect Adoni FahLofett had on women, namely on me. This isn't my life story, nor is it a play by play of events, infact its quite scattered. This is the tale of my demise.
He swept me up while I was deep in my element. Hands raised toward the all high, head swinging, hips floating on top of the music notes. I was however many shots deep with my favorite people in the entire world. At the same time I was in a world of of my own, putting on my own little show. I lived for this shit. The escape into an eternal realm that the right loud ass tune and the vibe could create.
I was deep in it when I first felt his hand dance down my arm. From my shoulder to my wrist where he gripped and soon both his hands were on mine. Next he molded himself to me from his chest to pelvis. Rocking with me by my own design. He was so in tune with me my head lulled back on beat of course and rested on his shoulder as we moved.
I was soul wise in love with a man I hadn't even seen yet. It was like our souls had kissed before. I was barely able to reveal in the mystery of him for before his hips dipped and he spun me. Like a godammit princess he spun me around. He was so smooth he basically erratically my my God given clumsiness. I held his eyes and his hands searched. He respectfully felt me up if ever a thing existed. His hands were everywhere but intoxicating instead of offensive.
Now fully facing one another I could see him..... a little. The room was dim and lights flashed but I could tell He was fine. Like catch your breath, stare at fine. The type of fine that could make you make a damn fool of yourself. Continuing our dance I took a step back. This wasn't the type of man it was safe to grind on. He was far too fine not to know it and if at this level of handsome he knew it he to be a whore of new proportions. No thank you. That's a hard pass for me. I have never been in the business of refurbishing hoes. While some women would swear they could reform a man I never bought into the rhetoric.
His hand shot out and he hand came firm at the nape of my neck edging me closer. We were a breath part in a literal sense. Our bodies slunk together to the beat and I let him guide me on the hard planes of his body. My lord he looked like this and could dance. I tossed my head back and laughed and he laughed with me. His eyes sparked under the lights and again I had to remind myself to breath. His energy was so compelling it was dangerous.
The slow r&b faded and the song ended. I tried to put space between us only to be thwarted again. His hand fit into mine and with a look over his should he took off running dragging me behind. And I did the most reckless thing I was ever done in my whole life. I ran off, I blindly followed this stranger that kissed me without his lips. Asked my permission without saying a word.
We ran and laughed when it started to rain. I nearly tripped in my heels and he whipped around helping me out of them. After helping me out of my heels he looked down at his own feet and removed his dress shoes as well. The rain drops touched my skin just as much as he did. To cross the street he lifted me bridal style up into his arms.
