A few nights have passed since I last saw Kareem, and tonight this Barefoot Red Wine has me truly feeling myself. Kareem has been on my mind and I decided to call him up. He hears the slurs and withdrawls in my speech and asks, “Woman have you been drinking?!”, whether I’ve been drinking or not is clearly none of his business. Abruptly, one thing led to another and the time gap was closed by a single ring to my door bell. Standing in front of my door was a fresh cut, cleanly shaved, and manly-scented man who was the love of my life. Was it the liquor embleshing his beauty or was it just him? Hmm.
Again, he just stands there looking at me. He began to laugh and procliam how something never changed. Between you and I, I’ve always been a light weight. Back in the day when we would go out, ‘Reem would ration my drinks because once that liquor kicked in and my eyes got low—all I could imagine was slowly stripping him down to his bare skin and kissing every spot where he’s been hurt and praising everything that made him a man. Tonight, nothing has changed. I stand there with my head tilted pouring up another glass just staring at him. This time with more intent. This time noticing the slight grays in his hair. This time noticing the scars on his hands. This time noticing the muscles that highlights his beauty. I asked him if he wanted a cup and he refused. Hmm. He proceeds to my kitchen and notices that nothing is on the stove. He laughs again and says that someone is getting lazy. Rolling my eyes, I waltzed into the kitchen and asked him what he wanted—he said he wanted to treat me tonight and to go shower and pamper myself. The shower helped to sober me up a little but it also had me double guessing what I got myself into. With my hair wet and curly and skin lathered in oils and shea butter, I threw on an old college t-shirt and sweats and cautiously walked out. Whatever he was cooking had the house smelling warm and rich with spices. It’s been a while since I had someone cook for me so this was therapeutic. I lit a few vanilla candles and sat down and poured myself up another round. I told myself whatever happens tonight, happens; tomorrow is a new day. Rule 5:: We all indulge in our guilty pleasures, just be sure that it’s something that doesn’t compromise your morals or values.
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