19. "Here we go..." In response to In response to 1 Wed Apr-11-07 12:36 PM by Mrs_Mallory
ThaAnthology & MM... like WHAT!
------------------------ He's the new Queen's kid walkin out the bus He's across the school yard at 12 o'clock
First bell rings, I fan my girls to go on fire'n up my foot mobile to him trying to catch up
My eyes glaze over his sweet russet skin My raisins risin’ from my imagines of me on top of him
us swimmin n divin kissin limb 2 limb a suga rush commencin’ I’m dateless and I'm feenin for him
“Please don't be taken!” says my wishful thinkin
So I lock up my nervous hiccups cool breath mint up as i gracefully step up
To him I pop the question…
Schoolyard springtime banter between lifelong friends who will probably lose contact after senior year
heart pauses deeply for effect as affection turns to she who be golden Hip Hop drenched in bedazzling smile My seventeen years becomes seventeen inches as my warrior woman approaches Sin City
Patti LaBelle memories of older sister prom slow tape plays soundtracked steps If Only You Knew How Much I Do...Do want to dance with you until dancing is illegal I want to hold your charisma close to mine and breathe babies with similar personalities
I want to touch every place I watch as you walk closer and closer
I know I'm new to this school but I am not new to you as I've seen you naked many times over
and to be right would be wonderful
"Sup Ma. How you?"
“I’m fine…You’re Fahim right?” he responds Yes with a nod “I’m Pele, so pleased that we’ve met... I was wondering if you had a date for Prom, yet?" Shyly his blushing cheeks moon me, telling me No Shortly after he accepts my proposal with an ecstatic YES!
As we part ways, usually this is the time where A girl’s supposed to go down the line in her mind of dresses, nail presses and hair impressin, stressin’ Instead I’m rewindin and playin what I just witnessed
Oh me Oh my Oh we Oh I Oh he Oh High So high I feel when he greets me To the sunrise of his brown eyes
How can one deny?!
I buddy up with him for lunch To talk background and such I pass him a napkin,‘cause what happened, He Choked on his Coke as we went for broke Laughing at each other’s jokes
Come to find out, he also tokes So we conclude the day with 1 on 1 lesson Of this teenage girl to young man session
Kissing each other’s smoke...
Thursday night Baskin and Robbins shift Talking to friends I flashback to after school kisses hand holding and "I have a date" speeches floating effortlessly though fevered mindstates waiting for Prom night and the end of what was given at birth my dad called it childhood (which he wants me to keep a little longer) but golden caramel drapes silkily from fingertips
I want to glide with her through slow jam high notes spin her through waves of passionate songbirds whispering Someday is Tonight as if Janet jumped from jukebox to real life in one swift press of play
that day is near my heart pounds as I slang ice cream to customers like crack to fiends
I long to stroke her vertebrae like a fender Rhodes Serenading orgasms from lips to heaven
Well, after I pay for the Limo
"Two banana splits coming up"
Sunny brown eyes is on his way with the limo Anxiously, I blink out my daydream of he that holds captive of my every splashing fantasy I cannot wait to dance with Fahim till our feet become smithereens
Then in comes the paparazzi
Pa kisses my forehead Ma’s snappin’ happy with her camera With frequent pauses, sizing me up Her eyes tellin’ me that her mind is driving in reverse… She’s cruising down My early days in Memory Lane From colorful and fresh petals slowly closing up to an innocent bud, then shrinking To a seed kicking up room in her womb
I pat the streams of running mascara Off of Ma’s soft warm face As she assists me with my custom tiara meanwhile Pa heads back downstairs to open the door For my Knight in shining armor has promptly arrived
I pace my breaths like women in Lamas classes dab my oil grab his boutonničre and hurriedly skip down the stairs
All sounds are muffled
There he was before me (inhale) an automatic King who didn't need the proms validity 6 feet of spectacular breath taking draped in panache
Beautiful has soiled his pants at the looks of you Fah’
He woos me with his mile wide smile Opens up the corsage box and his strong hands caterpillars it onto my wrist (exhale)
I pin on his boutonničre
Sashay and strike it for our paparazzi We then say our goodbye’s grab hold of each other’s free palms punch a fist of joy into the air with my other hand
Lungs filled with excitement and rebelliousness We jam this baby up a few gears
His laugh confirms it
That it’s on on and onin’...
Eat your goddamn heart out Fred Astaire!
Freshly bathed in good scents, good times and black tuxedo-shoes-tie fresh fade fresh breath scared to death palpitations 'cause damn she looks good dress clings to all 5 feet eleven inches of why is she so fly.... I smile at her parents who smile at me with that, yeah he's black but he's hers and she's happy so we's happy type eye winks
Okayplayer High School has no clue what is in store for the dance floor as ambidextuous are we as fresh beats intertwine with shoes and souls grooves become conversation as all other talking done My man's and nem nod appropriately trying not to eye backsides of best prom date ever...
"You havin' fun Pele?" "Yes, I am...baby..."
My heart jumps Olympic feats as beads of sweat drip from brow... what now...
It's been two hours already...
when can we kiss...
when can we leave...
can we love more than just the idea of loving or the physical representation of loving that comes toward evenings end...
I hate peer pressure, but I love my date...
High School sucks.
I cut it short with the girls Didn’t come to gossip ladies In their eyes I can see a mix of Admiration and envy For he They wish they could have
What seems like the beginning has been hours
He’s east-coastin me fiercely onto his New Jack Swing and I’m digging it So I sprinkle him Oaktown 3-5-7 His pheromones fahrenheightens my Juicy
DJ’s spinnin Guy’s track “I Like” I snake my spine and unwind as he mummifies himself around me gently from behind
Aaron Hall belts out this very moment “…Feelings getting stronger, Oh you are my lover When I’m with you, there is no other… A spell you got me under…”
Damn my heart he has plundered We’re meshed in motion so close Not even a quake could put asunder I listen closely to his energy releasing tender moans of thunder does this demystify the fact that he might have pondered on what I’ve wondered?
His fingers whispers to my skin Touch messagin’ Transmissions of attraction Spins me around facing him
In slow mo he Pulls me close our lips are plugged
School teach tries to referee In-between us
I take off my shoes He loosens his bow Grabs my hand and our eyes meet “Let’s go baby…” he says
my feet agrees as we run towards the exit -
" I have a confession..." I say, staring into the world before me forecasting futures through her eyes "I dig you..." she smiles, nestled head between shoulder and chest I inhale bath and body works cucumber melon (I have sisters...) hairspray and electricity
my lower mind's eye says take this intoxicating angel to room 131 where keys to such a palace lay in breast pocket...uncle's doing...
but mind's owner says "I want to be with you, P...f'real" she looked up at he who be bashful, trying to understand puberty, love and manhood all within tocks of digital clocks as sticks and stones form tree trunks and boulders... her kiss massages my neck like rolling r's in Spanish class
my left hand truly wants to massage her ass, but respect for my date plus mother may I equals good brother who wants to more than make love but love my date
as limo driver coasts California highways moonlight spotlights my words as I ask her to be my girl and seal the fact that prom date sex is not enough to sustain me...
I want you tomorrow, next Thursday and every semester I'm at UCSF