The Night Is Young

So Damn Close

Is there anyway to look sexy with glasses on?

I mean it’s not my fault that I have bad vision….well it is…but I don’t go around telling people that. And contacts, I tried those but the thought of it getting stuck in my eye scared the hell out of me.

According to the boys in high school the glasses made me look nerdy, according to Nelson-

“Put your glasses back on, you’re squinting.”

Welp, not really and answer, but that’ll do.

I fold my arms and sink into the lone seat in the living room, “No thanks, I like not seeing your face.”

I don’t shiver as much as I had when I’d seen him walk in, because God he looks so good. It’s crazy how much feelings will influence how good a person looks to you, because he looks……amazing.

And that’s why I’m sitting here with no glasses on, because I can’t stand to look at him without blushing like crazy. I much prefer the blurry shape of his face to the defined curve of his lips and those soul searching eyes of his.

“Nigga please, you know you like it.”

More than like it, I fucking love it. But looking at him reminds me of Brandy’s song Aphrodisiac.

Whatever you want, I got it papi

Don’t hesitate, holla at me

Her voice vibrates in my head and I close my eyes as I hum aphrodisiac, press my arm against the armrest and hold my head up by the tips of my fingers pressing against the side of my head. And pretty soon I’m picturing her music video, but instead of her dancing there’s me in the center.

Me clad in a black bikini top and black skirt shimmying in the midst of other dancers. My bare feet rapidly move in the water as my arms sway and my lips curve seductively over the lyrics.

You’re my aphrodisiac

When I go I come back

Damn I look good. I stomp into the water as the dancers swirl around me imitating my movements, water splashes up slowly wetting my curly hair and the outfit I have on but I don’t care. My hips swivel and I smile as the lyrics flow from my lips and the atmosphere overtakes me.

I need your love everyday

And just as I bend to disrupt the shallow water underneath me Nelson appears, shirtless. My arm goes through the water, causing it to fly up wetting me even more, but I smile and continue singing. I raise up and swivel my hips from side to side, hold my right arm and beckon him closer with my crooked index finger.

He disobeys and stays where he is in his own part of the shallow water, instead he imitates my movements, as gay as it sounds it’s not. It’s damning sexy, if that even makes sense.

Nelson stomps in the water and moves his hips as the lyrics leaves his lips too.

You’re my aphrodisiac.

His shorts, black become darker as the water continues to lap up. His chest glistens from the water droplets too, but he doesn’t care. He smiles, square teeth gleaming as we imitate each other with a seductive smile.

You’re my aphrodisiac.

I drop to the ground slowly, press my hands into the water for balance, pop my butt in the air as I rise back up and commence to spreading my legs and shaking each one from side to side with the music. He’s right there, mirroring me and singing along.

The both of us singing.

You’re my aphrodisiac.

“Ashanti….?”