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It was a late Saturday morning and I was in my spare bedroom that I’d managed to turn into a makeshift dance room. I had mini-speakers spread throughout the room and nailed to the walls. I even threw up a few mirrors to give me reflection. I’d been dancing on Saturdays to keep my mind. It wasn’t like I had the demanding life that I used to.
I started a piece to Tamia’s “Can't Get Enough”. Our assignment was to create and develop as a choreographer. So in doing so, we had to begin by selecting a song. Jimmy helped me out with the basics, but because it was an assignment I had to head the choreography. I liked the cut, and specifically chose this because it was relative. The theme of the song was clear. It's seductive, bold and wanting. And that’s how I felt. Tamia seemed to climax at the end and that’s what I always seemed to do with Azmir.
I couldn't get enough of Azmir. The things he did to my body sexually confused me as to who it belonged to. He commanded it. I’d had reasonably enjoyable sex in the past, but never did my body respond to a man the way that it had to him. Yes, he was skilled and clearly knew his way around a woman’s anatomy, but it seemed as if it were more. Our connection was electrifying. I was addicted to his lovemaking. It haunted my many thoughts. It had me touching and exploring my body to learn more about it. Of course, I didn't possess the courage to tell him any of this. My fortitude was reduced to that of a child’s when in his presence. I couldn't discern if that was my self-esteem or simply the result of our energies meeting.
Boom-boom-bap. And one-two-three. Dip - swing - jump. I sang in my head trying to keep my counts. Oh, I like that. Let me extend that dip to the floor. 1-2-3-4... “I can't get enough of yooooooou!”
Shit!
My heart plunged from my chest cavity, my pulse rang in my ears and my limbs went numb at the sight of an intruder. I jumped to find Azmir standing behind me. He stood in the doorway holding Azna. How long had he been there? What the hell! I flipped the music off with the remote.
“When did you get here?” I asked, startled and out of breath. He looked cleaned and sexy per usual. He wore a white T-shirt, seersucker type of striped denims and white sneakers. He was delectable. But that gave him no right to sneak up on me like this.
With his eyes locked on me, he shrugged his shoulders. He wore a inscrutable expression on his face. My heart was racing and my mouth went dry. The next thing I noticed was my trembling frame. He scared the shit out of me and had yet to provide an explanation for his visit. He placed Azna on the floor and strolled over to me.
Okay. I think I know the look, he wants me.
He walked up behind me, bent down and while staring at me through the mirror whispered in my ear, “Interesting selection of music.”
There’s the current.
He then kissed my left earlobe, moved his head to my right side and murmured, “Interested display of art. I didn't know you were so lithe,” and kissed that earlobe. “I'd like to see more,” he continued his seduction effortlessly.
“Azmir, I'm not fresh. I’m sweating all over.” I tried to ward him off.
I'm panting out of control for crying out loud.
“Bend over and show me that move again...where your hands touch the floor.” I wanted to say no but once again my authority over my own body had egressed.
“You're thinking too long. Show me,” Azmir whispered.