It feels like the soft spot in 90’s R and B
The bass line that makes your head nod
The butterflies you got from the high school crush
It is slow.
It is sweet.
It is tender.
It’s feels like the anticipation of Christmas morning
The unwrapping, the revealing
The surprise when it’s not what you wanted but just what you needed.
It is new.
It is exciting.
It is lovely.
It feels like our lips have met before.
The softness, the tenderness, the romance
The first spark that lights up a dead place….
It is innocent yet sexy.
It is friendly yet sensual.
It is hot yet comforting.
It feels unlike anything I’ve had in a long time
The unexpected attraction, connection, the desire
The thing you thought no longer existed.
It is here.
It is genuine.
It is so much of what I want.
It feels like the inside of a Sade melody, the smoothness of Mint Condition
The sweetness of Tevin Campbell, the intensity of Anita Baker
These moments seem too good to be true.
Is this possible?
Is this real ?
Is it true?
It feels like the love stories I wrote in high school.
The kind of romance I dream of before I lay my head to sleep
The kind of fertile ground that can bloom into something beautiful.
I am fighting… cause I want you
I want this.
I want an us.
I want a me, a me that feels this golden, soft, sensual, special, sexy, desired
It feels … It feels so good….
The first text, the first kiss… the startling feeling that I might miss
A chance to be known by you, a chance to embrace you, a chance to be something with you..
It’s the sweet soft spot of 90’s R and B
Infatuation intentsity….
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