Contentment.

I couldn't see him when I woke. The room was dark-pitch black-which made the music seem that much louder. I found him. Seated on the floor, back against the dresser. I smelled him first then stared until my eyes adjusted and found the shape of him. He inhaled his signature exasperated drag and I watched as the embers illuminated the sweet portion of his face around his mouth.

It was then that I remembered his lips, felt the heat that still burned from his mouth on my skin. I could still taste the Wine taste in the back of my throat, could imagine the sweet smokey smell that lingered on him always. He was watching me now. Not sure that he could see me, but he watched regardless. I examined him as the embers once again flared, loved the way his long fingers draped magnificently around that cigar.

Out of nowhere I couldn't wait to taste him again. Out of nowhere I wanted to crawl into those strong arms and straddle those long legs and taste him. Taste the Black, German, Italian and Puerto Rican that made him so fucking fine. But Mama taught me that sometimes you gotta let a man have his moment and this was most certainly his. He looked so divine during his moments, when he thought I couldn't see or just hadn't noticed.

I let him be for ten minutes. Patiently I waited until the song changed and the Black & Mild between his fingers shortened. I loved this CD- the music suited the chaos that was ours and made us the superstars we just knew we were. Hendrix does something to me-makes me feel beautiful and my body fluid. I had been having an affair Jimi for years-with my dates in the room with me-completely unawares. Some people are brilliant on drugs.

Its only then, 18 minutes after I wake up that I move to entice him out of his 'moment'. I lick my lips and he fidgets. Definitely watching me now. I'll go up to him. Because he's sexy as hell I'll slide out of bed and walk over. Because he's not finished smoking that cigar I won't call him back to bed. Because he's a good man- I'll go to him.

-dedicated to a D.I.A.M.O.N.D.