The mist parted and fell away from the dim glow of the light. The floor was densely packed, but there were just enough pockets aligned for him to catch a view of her near the bar. Dancing with a drink in her hand, she leaned into it, closing her eyes and snapping her fingers, lip syncing the lyrics.
Out of the speakers and onto the floor. Her back arched. Her hips rolled, sliding through each note. Hey Baby, come on / Hey Baby, come on / Hey Baby, now. She kept her eyes fixed on his, while she slow-wined, inch by inch, step by step, closer to him.
The room, a diaspora of lost tribes; afros, pigtails, exposed skin, muscled flesh in a spectrum of colors. Enfolded in each others’ arms, rocking, sensually rolling, twisted trees, swaying on the melody. Their branches intertwined, their roots interlaced, nourished by the heat.
He watched her move – leaving his interest unguarded. Her jeans kissed her hips at the rise. Her jeans hugged her at the bend. She twisted it lower, serenaded by the beat, steady rocking, snake charming her way up his side, to his cheek.
She was sunshine – pecan brown eyes and coffee colored skin. Vanilla and cinnamon heralded her arrival. Flowers blossomed and bloomed in her wake. He made an unfocused, unsteady attempt to rock and sway to her lead, while she twisted it around and dropped it down. Slowly. Looking over her shoulder at him, her eyes smoldered. Sexy. She smiled, then walked it back on him.
Come and get me / I’m ready soft and sweet, me / I’m candy come and get me…
She was one of those women that every dude thinks he wants to introduce to the room; Thinking that somehow, her ability to make most, if not all, people make that “dayum, she fine!” – fucked-up face, conferred some sort of status on them for being with her. Seeing her as a trophy, an object for possession. But hey, most, if not all, dudes are dumb as hell with regard to this type of woman. They couldn’t be more wrong. She was fully aware of the image they had of her; Never truly knowing her because they couldn’t get past the fantasy – her superpower. Which is precisely the reason she manipulated them all – a victimless crime. Dropping the paint off their canvas – applying new strokes – She was as free as the breeze she walked in on.
Hey Baby, come on. / Hey Baby, come on./ Hey baby now…
She snapped her fingers and extended them. Stepping her leg in between his legs, rock and rotate, mirroring the movement in the hips, hands, and feet. She was music personified – spoke in melody, wrote in rhythm, and thought in poetry. Her fingers floated through air, parting currents and streams, tickling harp strings with each brush, trailing petals from her palms. Come and get me / I’m ready you’ve been patient / I’m tasty come and get me. Moving sensually, in a circle around him, her body rippled with the reverberating beat.
Jumping into the opening, they locked eyes, their lips inches apart. Rocking into her lead, placing his hands on her hips, riding the waves, leaning into one another, their bodies undulated, in like amplitude and frequency, harmonizing the moment, liking what she liked.
She hypnotized most men of his type within minutes of spotting her. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” She said. “I could get cliché here, but I’ll spare us both.” He was dumbfounded. “Are you gonna say something or just stand there watching?” She asked, smiling, sensing the nervous energy in his eyes. “How about we move over to the bar for a drink.” She held his hand and lead the way.
Come and get me / I’m ready soft and sweet, me / I’m candy come and get me… Come on…
In his defense, he didn’t usually respond this way – confident in his abilities and swag. But she was his type of hype. She was slick and talked even slicker. She was the bad chick in the movies you see murdering dudes with her looks, but for some reason she ends up digging the awkward man out. Suffering from a sweet paralysis, he swallowed hard and croaked out, “What are you drinking?”
“A rum and coke, please.” She replied, sitting down at the bar. He was still transfixed – hadn’t gotten anywhere near recovery. “Now, you can tell the bartender.” She said reassuringly with a smile.
Come and get me / I’m ready soft and sweet, me / I’m candy come and get me…/ Hey Baby, come on / Hey Baby, come on / Hey baby now… Come and get me / I’m ready you’ve been patient / I’m tasty come and get me / Hey Baby, come on / Hey Baby, come on / Hey baby now…
by malakhai jonezs
(c) Copyright 2016
Come and get me lyrics are the property of Terrace Martin’s song “Come and Get Me”
Do those women exist? 🙂
Nice work.
Well, they do, but the fantasy doesn’t. 😉 That was my intent in paralleling how I described her with how guys view her. I was trying to be really over the top with my description of her – petals falling, flowers blooming, aromas preceding her. But you know that is how we see people sometimes. We attach all sorts of fantasies to them, but not really see them for who they are… And at the same time be cool with and love the reality of who they are. We are all walking around in fantasy bubbles anyway – We don’t need virtual reality.
I love the feel of this. The lyrics winding their way in, the description of her dance moves. That poor guy, lol. Hope he recovers.
Thanks Victory! I had 3 songs playing in my head while writing this. They had me revisiting times when I would catch a woman who was really good at dancing to dancehall music. Some of the best dancing there is. But anyway, the song lyrics that are interlaced is a bit more mid-tempo, The Terrace Martin song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=db2Y0A5lld8, It’s just a really sexy song.
Listening now. It is indeed very sexy. So was your write.
You know how I feel on that one… Compliments on the writings are always appreciated!
This is just beautiful! One of my favorites of yours.
Thanks Heather! I appreciate the compliment.
Hi Heather, sorry for the delay. Can you send me an email to malakhai.jones@gmail.com? I can send you the list of photos I’m interested purchasing.
Sexy and sensual, and I suppose some women like this exist. But most are just as insecure on the inside as the guys are, but maybe better at hiding it. 🙂
I liked the rhythm of this…like a slow dance.
Thanks Cathy! I appreciate the feedback. I appreciate you taking time to read my stuff. You could be doing other things with your time and I appreciate it.
You’re welcome, Milakhai! When I find a writer I like, it’s well worth my time to read. I will be back on a regular basis to catch up. 🙂
All spectacular! Especially this: “She was as free as the breeze she walked in on.” 😀
Thanks Em! Thanks for reading my work. 🙂
Sure! And I’ll be spending some time here most definitely. 🙂
Gotta grab some food, but I plan on exploring more here as soon as I can! So nice to meet you. 🙂
Same here on meeting you. 🙂
This was fantastic! I love the description of the dancers, nourished by the heat. I was there, it’s almost a little voyeuristic! Loved it.
Thanks Lisa! I appreciate the notes. I could never get another like again on any post, but the comments are extremely helpful. I got interrupted during my commentary on your short story, so I had to save it. I’ll finish it up in a short while. The short of it is that it’s a great story. Two pre-adolescents coming of age… I guess I’m gonna start and finish my commentary here, but no.
Hope you enjoy it!
DAMN if you aren’t a natural story teller! Sucked RIGHT in!
Hey! When you drop a compliment on my work I sit up and pay attention. :). Thanks Candice!
Miss you my friend and keep up the superb work!
Your lyrical lines have improved!
Thanks Nam!
“Now, you can tell the bartender.” LOL Liked this a lot!
Thanks Guy!
This is great. I love the way you craft a story. You have an unique style.
Thank you for the positive feedback LaRonda! I truly appreciate it!
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Your ability to tell a story and paint a picture are top notch. No bullshit, you may have the crown as far as all the pages I follow on WP. You are absolutely sick with it. I like how flipped the narrative from her being commodified to her knowing the image they had of her and using it to her advantage. Come on! That “dayum she fine” line was hilariously descriptive … I know what exacttllyy what you are talking about!
Good work Malakhai!
This piece was all from one song. Terrace Martin’s song, “Come and get me.” So it’s written to that rhythm. Thanks again, Darryl!
MJ your going to write a book some day – I just know it
Thanks Nyx! Maybe a short story or book of short stories. ;). I don’t have enough free time for any larger commitment. 😄👊🏾
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I feel you on the time thing friend.
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I love this! Great job!
Thank you very much!
Everyone is gonna love this hah… so sweet and adoring i guess. love it.
Thank you for reading and the feedback! 😃
“The room, a diaspora of lost tribes; afros, pigtails, exposed skin, muscled flesh in a spectrum of colors. Enfolded in each others’ arms, rocking, sensually rolling, twisted trees, swaying on the melody. Their branches intertwined, their roots interlaced, nourished by the heat.”
I love how you describe scenes in your work. Great job!
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Thank you! I really wanted the reader to see her how the guy is seeing her in that moment – he fantasy, other worldliness of her for him.
You did that well!
For real?