It is so rare when a woman takes an active interest in me. I have
never been considered attractive. I do not stop traffic. Women do not
approach me for no reason and no one really goes out of their way to be
in my company; not in New England anyway. I don't have "it" unless I
release the beast and even then loneliness lingers just beyond the
light.
I say this because of the multitude of times I've been stood up or
laughed at or simply forgotten about. The beast has dormant for quite
some time. The hungry man can watch others eat for so long before his
famine drives him to hunt.
A million volts of electricity rifled through the five story club.
Her self assured advance took me off guard. Tina stood just within arms
reach, her long black hair danced across a sleeveless, knee length, blue
satin dress. Her deep brown, almond shaped eyes held the power of a
life that was worth living twice. In her small perfect hands she held a
blue margarita.
"I don't drink," I said. I wanted to jump into her soul and bathe
in the rains that poured behind her mind, "but I dance."
She took the drink from the bar and put it in my hand. Part of me
really wanted to know how she knew I had a weakness for kamikazees and
5' 4" petite Asian women. Part of me really didn't care.
"Then we dance," she teased taking my free hand and leading me onto
the dance floor. I was intoxicated by her life force. Jennifer Lopez
wanted a dj to Play her song in the background. The bass thumped as
Tina writhered to the groove. Her eyes were drunk with anticipation and
her lips were filled with laughter. I was overtaken by the hunger as
our mouths became one.
"It's my birthday," she whispered in my ear.
"Happy Birthday," I answered kissing her cheek gently. "What can I
do to make this the best birthday you've ever had?"
"I love black men," she replied as she held me closer. There was no
pretense. No subtle innuendo. She was on a mission. The machine
hammered relentlessly.
On any other day I may have walked away. I've worked to hard to
just be classified as a piece of dark flesh. The same physical trait
that had branded me a pariah in some circles brought me into the arms of
one of the most alive women I had ever met. On any other day I may have
walked away but tonight ... tonight belonged to the beast.
"Well, T, I think I got just the thing for you."
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