“Have you missed me baby?”
“Do you want me baby?”
He says he’s seven minutes away as my gum turns stale while I play with it in my mouth and wait. The hair on my arm stands up straight and I shiver in the cold of the early, dark morning, anxious for my man of the night.
My man of the night comes to the door and hugs me strong and low at my hips. In his presence I feel unworthy and small but soon I’m warm in his big, powerful arms.
“I’m not typical…”
“I’m picky baby,”
When we go out he says,“Stand up baby,” and spins me around the dance floor. His concubine, I glide and flow and melt across the open stage, proud to be dancing with my man of the night.
“But no one else is dancing.” He says he doesn’t care, that it’s his time to show me off. I smile at the lie, inhale his sweet charm and hold on tightly to this man; my sinfully easy man of the night.
“I’m no playboy,”
But you are.
“You’re the only one, baby”
He likes to hear music when we make love and asks me to choose my favorite song as he undresses. In his grey colored room, I crawl onto his black sheets while my man of the night undresses me, slowly.
His skin is tan, smooth and flawless and his voice? It softens as he talks to me, almost like a child’s. This man turns to boy in his quiet room. This handsome and dangerous, brute of the night.
“Stay with me,”
“Don’t go until morning,”
My man of the night rests on his back with his arms behind his head. He looks at me with his unfaithful eyes and smiles at my flesh with his devilish mouth and I silently whimper.
I lie on my man of the night and wait for sleep to take him. His breath slows and his chest moves up and down under my now flushed cheeks, sweaty skin upon skin, and I realize sleep is near.
“You’re special baby,”
“You’re mine baby,”
I turn to face the wall with my back to my man, my creature, this specimen, a mirage in the night. I stare at the trees as they dance in the cold wind of the black outside in these late, lustful hours.
My eyelids grow heavy and I sleep a beautiful sleep. I dream of never waking and I dream of suns not rising as I wish for a few more hours of dark.
For when that sun floats gently in through the cracks in his blinds, my man of the night fades away. I awake and there I am alone in the light and the truth of a new day.