Rhythm's Blues

by Kimberly Brown

“Private does not equate to being kept a fucking secret.

clock ittttt

My wife needed to be beautiful, inside and out. I didn’t give a fuck if she was beautiful to anybody else. She could be a five to the world and a ten to me. As long as I was attracted to her mind, body, and soul, that was all that mattered. I wanted her to be kind-hearted, loving, respectful, and loyal.

A nigga was so captivated by her beauty that I didn’t realize I was still holding her until she cleared her throat.

Once they serve their purpose in your life, you gotta be okay with getting that shit up outta there.”

Tonight, he was dressed in all black from head to toe. He had to be the finest caramel coated man I’d ever laid eyes on. He easily towered over my shorter frame. His hair was cut low and so was the beard encasing those full, clit sucking lips of his. Both of his arms and hands were fully tatted as well as his neck. From what I could see, he seemed to have a chest piece too. Minimal gold jewelry added to his ensemble. He wasn’t flashy or over the top. A man this fine didn’t need to do much to still be fine and stand out.

“DFMU” by Ella Mai crooned through the speakers of the lounge.

Not them playing my girlllll

Love… it makes you do stupid shit. It makes you tolerate shit no sane bitch would.

You seem like a good girl. Seeing you with my grams today… I guess I kinda see you in a different light, one that doesn’t involve you face down, ass up, or on top of a counter cumming for me… though I rather enjoy that.” “I bet you do.” He chuckled. “I like your vibe.”

I’m not the type of nigga that waits for somebody to tell me I can have something. If I want it, I get it. So yo’ nigga is just gon’ have to take his L in good stride ’cause I want you.”

Yessss Channing

The way he was looking at me had me blushing like a damn schoolgirl with a crush. Maybe I did have a little bit of a crush on him. He was so damn fine, but more than that, I liked his energy. Part of me wanted to get to know him, even though it meant being messy as fuck.

Girlll I’m living for thissss

When he pulled up this old ass music video from when he was sixteen that was clearly shot on a cell phone, I fell out laughing. “Wait, wait! Rewind it back!” “Hell no. You already laughing too damn hard.” I tried to grab the phone from him, but he held it just out of reach. “Come on, Channing. Just one more playback.” He kissed his teeth as he handed me the phone. I watched the playback in literal tears because while he sounded okay, the video was terrible. “You have to send me that!” I declared. He playfully shoved me as he snatched the phone. “I’m not sending you shit. You seem like you would show it to my grams at her next session.”

I’m ctfu, this is too cute

“I feel like we have great chemistry, and I want to explore that. I love being with you and around you. Moms and Grams already adore you, so that’s a plus. I told myself that the next woman I get romantically involved with would be my wife, so make no mistake that I’m going to be intentional. I don’t care what you had going on with that nigga. You just let me know if you wanna give this shit a shot, and we can move from there.”

Ahhhh yessss

She’d spent the last two nights at my place, and I had to admit, I enjoyed having her there. It wasn’t just because I could wake up at three in the morning and slide in that pussy if I wanted to. I genuinely enjoyed her company. She was a chill female that didn’t require much. All she wanted was quality time. She’d lay up on me, and we’d talk or watch movies. At night, she damn near lived in my skin because she slept right up under me. I didn’t complain because I found I loved that shit. There was something about her that was different than the women I kept around for sex.

“For being peace every time I’m with you. I needed that. My thoughts were so jumbled for the longest. I was torn between choosing me and choosing the man I loved. I don’t feel like I’d have to do that with you.” “You wouldn’t. I’ll always make sure you choose you. If you aren’t happy with yourself, we can’t be happy together.”

Y’all just too cuteeee

“You fuckin’ my girl, nigga?” he asked, seething in anger. I crossed my hands at my waist. “Nah, I’m fuckin’ mine.”

Clock ittttttt

If you’re asking if I regret anything, I don’t. I like you, Rhythm. I care about you, and I want to be with you. Fuck whoever has something to say about that.” I swallowed hard. “I like being with you, Channing. It feels… easy… no pressure to be anybody but myself.” “I wouldn’t want you if you were anything less.”

Awwwww

Being in his arms gave me so much comfort. There was no doubt or second guessing myself. There was no impending feeling that I was making the wrong decision by being with him.

Koda’s head rested on Rhythm’s shoulder as she stroked her back and talked to her. I smiled. My girl loved attention. Most people were afraid of her because of her breed, but Koda was the sweetest dog. She’d taken to Rhythm pretty quickly, and the two were building a beautiful bond. All the women I loved most seemed to love her, and I couldn’t have asked for anything more.

Awwwww

She fell in love with it all, making me promise to bring her back again. I had no problem with that. I loved to eat, and I loved that she was a woman that appreciated a good meal.

“All right then. Let your man handle shit.” She sighed. “I can see we are gonna fight. I don’t ask for much.” “Which is why you deserve the world.” I cupped her chin and tilted her head up so her eyes met mine. “You never have to go in your wallet with me, and I’ll never throw anything I do for you back in your face. I ain’t built like that.” She smiled softly. “Thank you,” she whispered.

I love this for you Rhythm

As my woman, she was right next to my mother and grandmother. They were extensions of me. I loved them with my soul, and if it was God’s will, I’d love her too.

I care very much for your daughter. From the moment I met her, something about her drew me in. She’s special. She’s one of these people you don’t let go of when you finally get them.”

We connected and vibed too well for it not to be something deeper. I wouldn’t push it. I wouldn’t force it to be said. When the time was right and the moment was perfect, it would happen. If I believed in nothing else, I believed in fate. Grams always told me that what was for me would always be for me. She was it. She was mine, and there was no way I was ever letting up off her.

Ahhhh I love thissssss

“I love you, Rhythm. Meeting you was by chance, but loving you is by far the best thing I’ve experienced. You’re it for me, baby.” Tears filled my eyes. Loving him was the best decision that had ever been made for me too. It was unexpected, but my mama always told me great things happened when you least expected it.

Awwww

I was one lucky man. We’d gotten married three months ago in a lavish ceremony on the beach.

Awwwww

He made me the happiest I’d ever been. To go from crying and fretting over a nigga that was too busy doing him to think about me, to having a man that didn’t play about me in any capacity was a blessing. My connection to this man was the most natural thing I’d ever experienced. I wasn’t forced to be or act like anyone other than myself. My identity wasn’t wrapped up in his career, and neither was my image. Yet and still, at the end of the day, I was his woman and his wife. He was as loyal to me as I was to him. He saw me for what I brought to the table whether I was in the background or the forefront. That was the difference between him and Raheem. He understood that support from any end was still support, and he appreciated it. I was showered with love and affection. My heart was safe and well taken care of, and I was immensely respected.