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Saturday truly came like a thief in the night. It's the day you're having to get back home to New Orleans and my heart can't take it. You weren't scheduled to leave until midnight so we had the entire day together and I was more than ready. It would be the first time we were actually out in public as a couple in Houston. Some may not understand how important that was to us but we knew. When we were young in middle school and we tried to go to the movies or even see each other, it would never happen because my parents were so strict. So now that we are older and have rekindled, just being out in public together was intense.
We packed up the room and hit the road. Everything that I witness is in its purest form. The sun is kissing the sky in the most beautiful way. There is not a cloud in sight and the blue tone of the sky above us makes me feel like we are existing under water. The wind coming through the windows makes me close my eyes because it feels that good. You are the only person in the world that has been able to get me to live in the now. I'm a person who lives in my head and I allow the past and the future to consume my thought process. It is truly one of the most traumatic things to not be able to actively enjoy the now and enjoy the peace and moments of the now. It was not until you, that I was able to start enjoying moments and living in the now even if it was only for the day; or a few hours. The happiness that consumes me when you are around allows me to break free from the jail inside of my mind to live freely and enjoy happiness it the most genuine form. I feel alive.
We have no real destination for today, just riding around the city and exploring as we see. Jazz music is blaring from the speakers, our hands are interlocked and you're singing to me while occasionally glancing over smiling at me smiling at you in amazement. I get this feeling of warmth over my soul every time we are in the car and listening to music. It's never hardcore disrespectful music, it is always something soulful and sweet and I love it. The sound of the music flows through my soul and spirit and I know that this energy that my body is producing is being transferred to you. I know that the energy that your body is producing is being transferred to me and we are constantly feeding off of each other's musical energy. It is a vibration that cannot be completely explained, but I try.
We end up in the Medical Center part of Houston and I realize that it is near the museums, but I don't say anything. I just wait and see what you're going to do. I love the museums, but my small amount of pride was telling myself not to say anything. "Baby, I'm starting to get hungry", you say to me. "Me too," I said. "What do you want to eat baby? I could go for anything right now". I didn't care what we ate, as long as it was soon.
We decide on pizza and pull up to the pizza hut nearby. As I am attempting to get out of the car you stop me, go around, and open the door for me. You grab my hand and we walk up to the pizza hut door and for some reason I still reached to grab the door and you tell me, "Baby, no. When you're around me you don't touch any doors ya heard me?" Just you saying that made me want to take you back to the car and devour you completely in this pizza hut parking lot, but I kept my composure. You have no idea how much your chivalry turns me on and makes me feel like I am worth something. As soon as we entered the door, you grab me by the waist and you hold me while we are ordering food. I can feel the thickness inside of your jeans and I giggle to myself. The way you touch me is always so soft and sensual and I love the way you show affection to me in public. You are not afraid of a little PDA and neither am I.
We decide on Hawaiian pizza and we take a walk to make time go by while waiting on it. We start walking and you get to playing your songs. You know that I love your music so much. It is so calm and shit you can ride to. Nothing disrespectful, nothing flashy, you truly put your heart and mind into your music and that is something that I cherish. You told me that you were giving me a private concert before you left, I felt special. As you're rapping to me, I am trying to notice everything around me to remember these moments. The cars that are passing by, the way the wind is hitting our bodies, the way the sun is kissing our skin, the small amount of sweat that is forming between our interlocked fingers that is not bothering either one of us, but I notice it. The way you tighten your clutch on my hand when you feel it slipping away, the way you will not allow me to walk on the side of the street where the cars are passing, the way you protect my space when we see a stranger walking by. You literally push my body gently as far away from strange people as possible and you let them pass before we continue walking. Your observance is very sexy to me.
Finally, the pizza is done and were having a pizza date inside the car. So simple, yet so enjoyable. You eat pretty much the whole thing by yourself and I only had a piece and a half. Not because I don't want to eat around you, but because it feels like the butterflies in my stomach multiply each second that I'm around you and I cannot fit anything else in there. My excitement takes over me and eating becomes nonexistent. We hit the road again off to our next adventure and we pass by the art museum. You look at me for a minute and without me even saying anything, you pull into the parking lot for the museum. I am elated on the inside because museums are some of my favorite places to be. You go around to open my door, and we take off into the darkness of the garage parking lot.
The museum is lit up in the most perfect way and it is quiet, just the way I like it. We stop and look at paintings and as we stop at each one you never forget to hug me from behind with one arm around my waist and the other around my chest. We walk slowly observing the art and we make our way to the exit because we were only passing through. We start walking with no destination at all and we get to Hermann Park. It is so beautiful there. The sun is reflecting off of the small pond in the center, couples are loving on each other, kids are dancing in the wind, and life just feels good for everyone around us. Even the little man selling ice cream from his stand looks extremely happy and I am enjoying people watching with you. You see the perfect spot to capture a picture of me you take a few pictures. You aren't the one who loves taking pictures all the time, but this moment was too beautiful to pass up. The weather is delicate, the sun is behaving, and the wind chill is perfect. Mother nature is on her best behavior today and I am enjoying every second. As we're walking and people watching we end up at the Japanese Garden, a hidden gem. As soon as I seen the word Japanese, I got excited only because I know that one of your dreams is to visit Japan. You even have a Japanese language CD because you told me that you have to learn the native language of any country you plan to visit; which I think is so audacious. The biggest smile comes across your face and we enter this enchanting place.
It took us about 45 minutes to get to all sides of the garden because we stopped to admire every beautiful flower, every stream of water, every plant, everything. We both are very conscious of everything that is around us and it was just a constant replay of "look babe! Look at this plant." "Oh, wow baby, look at this flower look how beautiful." I love how you are not afraid to admire nature. You are not afraid to call something beautiful outside of it being a woman, you are so mindful and use your words freely and I adore that. Once we decided to leave the Japanese garden, we headed back to the car in search of our next adventure. You told me there was a place in Houston that you bet I've never seen and you told me not to worry and just sit back relax and enjoy the ride. We hit the freeway and the sun is almost starting to set, but not quite. The sky is full of bright orange colors mixing with the blue hue of the sky. Daylight is surely holding on for dear life and is not wanting to end, and I understand that completely because the closer to night time it gets, the closer it is time for you to depart. While I am observing the beautiful scenery, I hear a lighter flicker. Not too soon after I can smell the loud. I am not a smoker, but I don't mind you enjoying a joint while we're riding around town, it sets a chill vibe and I am all for it. You connect your phone to the radio and play "Third Eye" by Big K.R.I.T. Although I am a K.R.I.T fan, I hadn't heard any of his new music since high school. I kind of fell off with him, but you brought him back into my world. That song became our song, it was the perfect love song filled with a few riddles that only a few really understand. That song is very mystical to me for some reason. Here we are, flying through downtown, cannabis smoke drifting through the windows, and this song playing. You grab my hand and as we approach a red light, you start rapping the song to me. I remember the exact words you rapped to me while looking at me in my eyes... "My two eyes saw your third eye, from across the room. I can see your soul babe; I think you're my soul mate." Man, no truer words have been spoken when regarding us I promise.
We pull up into what looks to be an abandoned parking lot, but as I look closer, it is a big space where dope ass graffiti murals live. "Wow, this is incredible." "I'm taking you to places in your own city that you haven't seen, how that work?" you said to me jokingly. I laughed and pushed you a little in a joking manner. You grabbed me close and we walked and viewed every single graffiti piece. It was so mesmerizing. I love graffiti murals because it makes me feel like I know the artist. I know that sounds crazy, but I can just see an ordinary man or woman, or even teenage kid, coming down here in the darkness of the night and spraying their heart out on these concrete walls. It feels like I probably seen them in passing; in a store, on the street, somewhere random. That instantly makes me feel closer to the artist. We take pictures together in front of the art work and speak with one another about our favorite ones, I loved the Houston one the most. Houston is home, no matter where I am or end up, Houston will always be home. Houston will also always be the birthplace of our love, and I mean that.
The darkness of night has stolen the sun away from us and we head back to the car for our last few hours together. We just decide to ride slow through the neighborhoods of Downtown and enjoy the fresh air and the vibrations of the music that plays continuously on your playlist that has over 1200 songs. It was not long that we were driving that well pull into Papas Barbecue that is in the center of downtown. "Another date?" I asked. All you did was smile because you and I both know how much good food has become a part of our relationship. We ordered our food and we sat inside to eat. Not much was said and I liked that. You and I talk so much together and then there are times that we enjoy silence and we let our eyes and soul talk to each other, sometimes those are the best moments.
30 minutes passed by and it was getting close to the time for you to get on the bus to head home. A sadness starts to come over me and I am starting to allow the now to slip away and I begin to fret about the next time I would be able to see you again. Although my mind is racing, I try my best to not let it interfere with the day that we had. As we're leaving papas you stop me and you say "Baby, I already know it's getting late, I know what you're thinking, it's going to be ok baby I promise." Now, I know our souls were just talking but my God, how the hell?! I just shook my head and we headed back on the dark roads, into the night that was filled with city air, the lights from the buildings, and the sounds of cars passing by.
It was about 10:50 PM when we pull up to a dark neighborhood and you park, sit back, and roll another joint. As you're rolling, I look over at you and give you a very seductive look. I think we both know exactly what I am thinking and you are thinking the same. You start laughing while your tongue is still licking the edges of the white paper and you bit your lip and looked at me when you were done. "Get in the back Babygirl." You surely did not have to tell me twice; I took my black long boots off and I climbed slowly into the back seat. You took the time to move the front seats all the way up and you climb in the back with me. Your body is so stalky and I love that about you. You’re 5'11, thick, and chocolate, everything about you makes every fiber of my body come alive. We engage in a long, juicy kiss that tastes like sweet barbecue and cannabis and I am not complaining in the slightest bit. Although we are hot and heavy, you're still vigilant to our surroundings making sure no cop rides by. As you're looking out the windows, your hands are simultaneously running up my shirt and tugging at my leggings. You sit back to pull them off and you pause for a second admiring what you see like you always do before we go for a ride, or several. You unbutton your pants and slowly insert yourself into my garden. We both gasped in amazement; this is not new to us we've had too many rounds to count in this weekend alone, but every time it feels like the first time to us both. Slow motions are distributed and my hips are moving in the same motion with your body. Everything feels so right, we are moaning in unison, and I am making sure to place my lips on all of your hot spots to turn you on even more. My nails are in your back, you're gently nibbling at my neck and all of the passion juices that are created just from the sight of you alone, are making their way down my legs onto the leather seats. Sweat is forming on us both from practically being fully clothed in a car with the windows up, but that did not stop us. You clench on to my body in the tightest way and I know for a fact you're about to climax; the way that you moan unapologetically makes me even more hot for you, but I knew only one round would have to suffice because time had gotten away from us; it was time to head to the bus station. "Damn baby, I just... I really don't have any words right now." I smile and hold on to you so tight because this night was coming to an end. "I don't want you to go..." You gave me a look, cranked the car, and headed for the station.
My stomach is in knots, tears are starting to form, and my head is just all messed up in this moment. You make me crazy, not in a bad way. It's just, not having you around is like someone taking a part of soul away and running off with it for a while, I hate this feeling when you leave. We park on the side of the road and unfortunately for me, your bus is already here. You grab your bags from the trunk, and you open my door to get out the car. The lights from the city are so bright that I am able to see every expression on your face when you tell me, "Baby, please don't do this. I will be back I promise, please do not cry. You know I hate when you cry and especially when you cry while driving. Just don't do this right now Babygirl." I could not help myself. Tears filled into my eyes like a wave pool and I sobbed into your chest for a good minute. Once I calmed down a little, you leaned back, wiped my tears and kissed my forehead. "It's not goodbye baby, it's see you later, remember that." I look up and can see everyone from the bus staring at us. I don't even care, the whole world could know that seeing you approach that bus was painful for me in that moment, and I did not care one way or the next how anyone felt.
I got into the driver's seat of the car and began to sob even harder. "Janecia, why are you like this" I told myself. I knew I would see him again soon; I don't understand these emotions. They are new and fresh and I am still wrapping my head around how much I actually love this man. It is seriously unreal and I mean that from the very depth of my being. I chose not to leave until I saw the bus leave, but as I am watching you, it looks like some complications are going on. My tears started to dry up as I am trying to figure out what the hell is happening. I am watching your body language and it is starting to become tense. I cock my head to the side in confusion as I see you snatch your bags up from off of the ground and head back to the car in the most frustrated way. The trunk raises, you throw your bags in the back seat, and you come around to the passenger side, get in the car and slammed the door as hard as you could. I have never seen you this upset so it worried me.
"FUUUCCCCKKKK" you screamed out. What in the hell just happened?!
......TO BE CONTINUED.