Nelly’s “Body on Me”

filters through the window.

I close my eyes,

wait for the music to end,

but I still can’t sleep.

The beat of my thoughts

a rhythm I can’t get

out of my head.

I just want you.

I just want to be

your addiction-

lines from a song

stirring in me

and the CD

isn’t even on.

Like a summer shower

falling in silver sheets

thick as curtains,

love rains down on me.

Love

and love

and love

and Trey

are all I see.

I can’t explain it.

I think Trey

and feel as if

I’ve swallowed warm honey

and a spoonful of sun.

I’m not that pretty,

still I’m the one

he wants.

Don’t ask me why.

I only know

it makes me happy.

And isn’t that what love is?

And isn’t love what God is?

So how can wanting more of this

be wrong?

Trey strokes my bare shoulder

and I shudder as

once-familiar words burst

like fireworks in my brain.

Something Pastor said about

temptation, and God’s help.

What was it?

I start to push away,

to study the words before

they fade.

“you’re sweet as

a chocolate Sunday,”

whispers Trey.

I smile, close my eyes,

and wait for more.

Before I know it,