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Re: meeting prince
The crew has danced themselves into a frenzy. We have drank ourselves into a frenzy, limbo-ed ourselves into a frenzy and had the music popping on the Hip Strip. The limbo dancers are still falling on the floor but they don’t get up to dance another day. We find out “the groom” is locked in his room with one of Jamaica’s finest. And the party’s over atmosphere is in the air.
Prince offers to walk me back to the hotel just across the street. I feel like the damsel in distress of being caught in the web of him. A quick attempt to pull my decorum together and I say yes thanks and we embark on the 250 steps and beyond that will be in my memory forever.
Breezes is shut down. The disco is closed. The piano bar is closed. There is not a drink to be found at any of the multiple bars. No one is at the front desk.
Do you want to come to my room? I have some wine and music there.
Parts of me begin to tingle like stars in the midnight sky.
He has a huge suite overlooking the pool and the ocean. There are 2 separate rooms, much bigger than “the barracks” and the bar is fully stocked. The ocean glistens in the distance and the arriving planes twinkle like falling stars on their way to arrival at the airport. Music is coming from the radio and the whole room has the pleasant smell of him.
The patio windows invite the night air and the sweet sound of tree frogs into the room. From the bed, the peaceful island night settles down and sweet tunes from the radio dance around the room. The peacefulness of the room is only enhanced with the sweet kiss I receive from him. His arms surround me and the feeling of security is like being as treasured as any item locked up in Fort Knox. My being floods with a feeling of being at home, safe, sound and at home.
The radio sings sweets songs and then reminds us to protect our love with condoms. We laugh at the thought that the radio already knows our next move and seems to be reading our mind, with the music and the commercials we hear.
The phone awakens us from our entwined sleep. Prince answers the phone and softly talks to his brother from our warm nest and briefly makes plans for the family day that the morning will bring.
I sleep fitfully hearing my dad in my ear “don’t go home in the morning with what you had on in the evening”. It’s like a mantra over and over in my ear whispering louder and feeding into the guilt of my pleasureful night. Sleep is fitful and not returning. I find my clothes and slip into the night to my room. I smile at the housekeeper already at the morning duties of sweeping the hall. In my room, my breath to breath roomies are sound asleep.
The crew has danced themselves into a frenzy. We have drank ourselves into a frenzy, limbo-ed ourselves into a frenzy and had the music popping on the Hip Strip. The limbo dancers are still falling on the floor but they don’t get up to dance another day. We find out “the groom” is locked in his room with one of Jamaica’s finest. And the party’s over atmosphere is in the air.
Prince offers to walk me back to the hotel just across the street. I feel like the damsel in distress of being caught in the web of him. A quick attempt to pull my decorum together and I say yes thanks and we embark on the 250 steps and beyond that will be in my memory forever.
Breezes is shut down. The disco is closed. The piano bar is closed. There is not a drink to be found at any of the multiple bars. No one is at the front desk.
Do you want to come to my room? I have some wine and music there.
Parts of me begin to tingle like stars in the midnight sky.
He has a huge suite overlooking the pool and the ocean. There are 2 separate rooms, much bigger than “the barracks” and the bar is fully stocked. The ocean glistens in the distance and the arriving planes twinkle like falling stars on their way to arrival at the airport. Music is coming from the radio and the whole room has the pleasant smell of him.
The patio windows invite the night air and the sweet sound of tree frogs into the room. From the bed, the peaceful island night settles down and sweet tunes from the radio dance around the room. The peacefulness of the room is only enhanced with the sweet kiss I receive from him. His arms surround me and the feeling of security is like being as treasured as any item locked up in Fort Knox. My being floods with a feeling of being at home, safe, sound and at home.
The radio sings sweets songs and then reminds us to protect our love with condoms. We laugh at the thought that the radio already knows our next move and seems to be reading our mind, with the music and the commercials we hear.
The phone awakens us from our entwined sleep. Prince answers the phone and softly talks to his brother from our warm nest and briefly makes plans for the family day that the morning will bring.
I sleep fitfully hearing my dad in my ear “don’t go home in the morning with what you had on in the evening”. It’s like a mantra over and over in my ear whispering louder and feeding into the guilt of my pleasureful night. Sleep is fitful and not returning. I find my clothes and slip into the night to my room. I smile at the housekeeper already at the morning duties of sweeping the hall. In my room, my breath to breath roomies are sound asleep.
hopefully no lizards </div></div>
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