Flesh

A Sip of Coffeedreamz: Flesh of His Flesh
An Excerpt from The Second Rush

When the air was quiet and the guests left, Dolly and I remained. Still holding on to the excitement of our new journey, it was evident that we needed to talk. I was trying to let the bliss of the evening stretch as long as I possibly could. There was too much effort put into my plans for my future to have it ruined by my past or hers.

The Florida moon was our night light. Dolly sat on her pedestal rocking with her right hand cupping her left shoulder and left hand wrapping her waist. I watched my candy girl in her innocence. New Edition's Can You Stand the Rain was playing. I walked over and kissed her neck. Her arms stretched out to touch me and her gentle fingertips rubbed the back of my head. I watched her lips move in slow motion.

“Walk me back to my room,” she whispered.

“You know Erica and Cita checked into a separate room,” I cautioned.

“So, I heard,” Dolly responded with a girlish giggle, but her eyes were filled with passion. Who knew a love interrupted would spark fireworks after the show?

Warp speed had us down the stairs, in the elevator and at Dolly's suite in less than five minutes. I don't know if it was the position of the planets or what, but our self-control pledge suddenly went out the window when I saw dim lights, heard soft jazz and noticed a chilled bottle of champagne sweating on the coffee table. There was a note beside it. Dolly read it. The night is on us. It was signed by Erica and Cita.

“I guess they're trying to tell us something,” Dolly said while holding the card between her fingers.

“What's that, baby?” I asked while removing a strand of hair from the front of her face.

“Fill up 'cause it's gonna be a long night.”

Gravity pulled us closer together. One hand was now on her waist. My brain sent a message to my other hand telling the index finger to lead the journey down her back as if drawing a map of I95 from New York to Florida.

“Thank you,” Dolly whispered and nibbled on my ear lobe. If this was her spider bite, consider me caught in her fangs. Before I knew it, my suit jacket hit the floor and my shirt buttons didn't stand a chance. Clang! My belt was down for the count. Dolly's dress strap bounced off her shoulder like Ciara's 1,2, step. Her skin melted in my mouth. She was my sugar rush.
On the bed, we tumbled, we panted, desired one another in a way that seemed so natural. Then I saw it---a side of Dolly that only a moment like this could bring out.

“Turn on your back!” she demanded. “Hands behind your head,” the second command was made and I moved without hesitation. The next thing I knew, I was a ladder. Dolly was climbing me like Itsy Bitsy. Although disoriented, her dress was still on but I could feel her warmth.

Was this unexpected moment of pleasure my reward for waiting ten months? Ten months? I was good for ten months and I hadn't so much as tried to get inside. I had a decision to make. I could apologize now or apologize later to God. I reached out to touch Dolly's hand as she flicked the light switch. We were now in the darkness of our engaging evening. The only light in the room was from the shine of her ring dancing to the moon's glimmer, but on the wall…was a cross. Then rain drops fell. When Dolly's lips met mine, all I could say was, God, I'm sorry.

The bass from our hearts pulsated and filled the silence in the air. I was caught between a rock and a very hard place. What man wouldn't take advantage of the moment? Then again, I had to realize when the “world is standing, I have to be the standard.” I got that from a forward, yet, my flesh didn't get that e-mail.

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