I’m writing a novel called Affairs of the Heart. Hoping to have it done
by spring if not before. But here’s a little excerpt from it… Let me set the scene
for you.
Somewhere on the east side of town a 6 foot one, mocha colored, bald, handsome
brother sits alone at a little round, white linen clad table in a cozy candle
lit, semi crowded poetry café. He’s dressed in white linen, a herringbone gold
chain with a single ancient Greek coin pendant dawns his neck. He was looking so GQ leaning on one elbow
with his legs slightly apart, while nursing a José Cuervo on the rocks with a Corona
on the side. He swirled his drink nervously as he looked around the café. He
was a little anxious because he was there on an invite of a mysterious note he
found tucked among his mail at the studio. His assistant couldn't tell him who
left it or where it came from. He had
come across it while thumbing through his mail and almost missed it because it
was stuck behind a package that was probably left by some hopeful new artist
who wanted to get their demo out. There
was only his name on the envelope and he was about to toss it, when he thought
better of it and opened it to reveal a card stock pale-yellow note card. All it
said was, “MEET ME AT SAMBUKA’S AT 9PM
TONIGHT. I PROMISE YOU WON’T REGRET IT! )I(” There was no name or signature
on the card, just the faint smell of some familiar exotic scent that his memory
told him he had smelt before, but for the life of him he couldn't remember
where or who he smelt it on. Oh it was driving him crazy but he figured he had
nothing to lose by showing up. Besides, he had heard they had good food. As he
sat there reflecting, he couldn't help but think that the place was quite
inviting. The mellow sounds of Sax player Miles Davis is coming from some
jukebox or mystery sound system off in the corner. The air is filled with a
hint of lavender and lemon grass – the source, quite possibly the single lit
candles on each of the dozen or so tables that populated the café. Soft
laughter from a woman resonates – like an echo around the room as a result of
some guy whispering in her ear. 2sDay’s mind was reeling as he took inventory
of his surroundings. Just then the host sprints on stage and takes the
microphone. “Good evening everyone and
welcome to Sambuka’s where the night is young and anything can happen. Tonight we have a treat for you. All the way
from Aruba, by way of Atlanta, GA is the very talented Jasmine St. Johns, but
she goes by her stage name, “Jaz”. Ladies
and gentlemen, put your hands together and help me welcome to the stage, Jaz”.
The room ignites into applause and out she steps on stage wearing a soft sheer
pale yellow chiffon flowing dress that hugged her curves in all the right
places as it cascaded down her hips and laid ever so softly just below her
knees. The plummeting neckline barely covers her breast, and as her chest
heaves up and down with each breathe she took, it appeared that she was teasing
the on-lookers with the possibility of even more exposure. The candlelight
casts a shadow that danced on her face and it looked like her eyes were
gleaming directly at 2sDay. Her hair flowed loosely over her left shoulder and
dangled just below her hip. As 2sDay ‘s eyes continued to survey her, they moved
all the way down to her gold slipper clad feet which revealed perfectly painted
fuzzy navel toes. Oh yeah, he knew exactly who she was and his heart leaped
with delight. With very few words Jaz thanked the audience for the love and proceeded
to walk them through her latest inscription of love and inspiration…” Tuesday
Luv You Excite me”. With three quick finger snaps on both hands she began to
share the following:
Tuesday Luv You Excite me.
What is it about you that excite me so?
What is it that causes you to invade my sleep
forcing me to be awaken by the violent beating of my heart in my chest?
My pulse races and my body calls for you and I
am forced to ask myself
“What is it about this man that captivates my
mind to the point that he’s never far from it?”
Awww, you excite me – but why? Honestly, I
haven’t a clue
All I know is that my body comes alive at the
mere thought of you.
You’re like a mental drug that intoxicates my
senses, stimulates my desires and sends me on a mental journey forward in time
to that first time I will lay next to you.
The feel of your hands on my hip, the sound of
your shallow breathing in my ear, and the feel of your warm breath on the back
of my neck all does things to me that I swore I would never allow myself to
feel again. But yet, here I am experiencing all the sensation that comes from
allowing myself to release control and to allow all the feelings, that up until
now, I have been able to successfully contain.
Oh yes Tuesday Luv, you excite me and while my
brain knows you are on a course to secure that paper and probably won’t have
time to pursue a relationship with me and that you and I may never be, my heart
takes comfort in knowing that there is a place in time where I can go in my
mind where there is no rejection only acceptance. Where there is no criticism,
only appreciation. Where there is no judgment only adoration. Mmm, yes you
excite me….
With three snaps and a pause, Jaz hung her head
and bowed. The crowd applauded as they rose to their feet. “thank you, thank you so much.” Jaz said as she made her
way off the stage and into the arms of 2sDay who was standing with his arms outstretched
towards her. He wrapped his arms around her and as they embraced, he whispered in
her ears, “I never knew you felt that way. That was so nice to listen to.”
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