As he sat in the car finishing his breakfast, Jerry thought to himself, “What a beautiful morning.” That was a true statement for him, even though it was pouring down raining. While others hated the rain, Jerry always found himself captivated by it. He thought of it as God’s way of cleansing the world of all the shit people dumped in it. He really didn’t like people, because people really didn’t understand him. “They’re all idiots,” was one of his favorite sayings. Some of the rain splashed on Jerry’s head from his driver’s side window being cracked. His seat was leaning back as he exhaled a huge cloud of smoke out of the crack. He finished his breakfast and headed into the coffee shop. Mind on cloud nine and lost in his thoughts, he took his time making it to the door. The rain was smacking Jerry in the face, but that only made him hold his head back even further, to feel it even more. An old man was coming out the door as Jerry was coming in. He held the door for the old man, “After you Sir.” The old man didn’t say anything but gave him a mean stare. Jerry didn’t pay it any mind. He was used to it. The aroma of Jerry’s clothes was usually very loud and often caught people off guard.
With his messenger bag tightly by his side, Jerry made his way inside. He immediately looked for a free table by the window. Being able to see the rain was a must for him. Hopefully the words would flow like the torrential downpour outside. He was there to see if he could get over his writer’s block. He hadn’t been able to write shit since she’s been gone. His love was far away, and he could only think about the next time he would see her beautiful face. The songs he wrote were always influenced by her. Six months had passed since she was away, and his lyrics stopped flowing. While she was in Madagascar for her job, his mind was on another planet thinking about her. Writing songs was his livelihood. Everybody in Atlanta wanted to make it in the music industry, and Jerry capitalized off the thirst of starving artists trying to make it. They had a good reason to flock to him for lyrics. Most of his songs usually turned out to be hits. You couldn’t even tell Jerry was wealthy. Money didn’t motivate him. Only the love for his craft and her made him feel rich. Even his car had to reflect the love he had for things that really mattered. His father left him a 68 Roadrunner when he passed. The car was rusted out and falling apart when he got it. Jerry put over $100,000 into the green girl to restore her to mint condition. That was his way of making sure his father’s memory would always be crystal clear, when he looked at his reflection in the candy paint.
Jerry made his way to the counter, and a little blond named Mandy greeted him. “Hi Jerry! You look so good today. I love your cologne. What kind is it?” “Thank you. I’m not sure Mandy. I just put some on before I left the house.” “Well whatever it is, you smell so amazing. Do you want your usual?” “Sure. That will be fine.” Then he handed Mandy a $20 bill, even though his drink was only $6. Jerry couldn’t tell if Mandy always flirted with him because he was attractive or he tipped well. He really didn’t give a shit. His heart was in Madagascar with her. Mandy kept trying to keep Jerry’s attention. “So what are you working on today handsome?” He started to get a little irritated. “Shit, I don’t know girl. That’s what I’m trying to figure out. How’s that drink coming?” “Oh! I’m sorry. I forgot to start on it. Let me get to work.” “Thank you. I’m going to have a seat at the table over there, by the window.” “OK honey. I’ll bring it to you.” Still feeling the effects of his breakfast, his nose was keen on the aromas floating in the air. His favorite drink was a dirty chai latte. It consisted of chai tea, one shot of espresso, caramel, almond milk, and whip cream to top it off. His love gave him the recipe.
That was their drink. Jerry would make passionate love to her every morning when they were together. Since he was so strong minded and hard to tame, her favorite position was riding him. That was the only time she fully controlled him. She would strap her beautiful, dark body on top of Jerry’s rock hard penis and ride him to ecstasy. Riding up and down on Jerry’s manhood she would look deep into his eyes and ask him, “Do you love me?” With his hands pinned to the bed by his lover, he would whisper with passion, “Yes my love, forever.” Then he would flip her over into missionary and gaze into her eyes. They were so beautiful. Her eyes were a dark cinnamon and would change to lighter shades of brown in the sunlight. At first her eyes would be closed as Jerry thrust himself in and out of her, while he stared at her face. Then she would open her eyes and catch Jerry staring at her. He would turn his head with embarrassment. She would always turn his head around with her hands; look into his eyes and say, “You can look into my eyes while you’re inside me.” She knew what she was doing. Jerry would look so deep into her eyes that he pierced her soul. It didn’t matter, since his soul had merged with hers. With every stroke they would exchange love faces, until they both climaxed. After they finished, they would take a shower together; make love again while they were in there; and head to the coffee shop.
While Jerry sat at the table reminiscing, a humongous set of thunder and lightning hit, “Booooommmmm!” The lightning streaked across the sky. He was startled and forgot where he was at for a minute. Mandy made her way over to Jerry with his dirty chai and said, “Wow! That was bright and loud. I can’t stand it when it storms.” Jerry quickly corrected her and said, “Don’t say that. It’s just God doing his work. There’s nothing like it.” She told him, “OK Jerry. I’ll try to think of it that way.” She sat his drink down, and he took his first sip. From that one sip the lyrics finally hit him. He was able to write about her:
This is our place. Isn’t it Beautiful? The sky is so magical, and your enticing essence is oh so plentiful. I never felt like this before. You’re an angel that I truly adore. As I look into your Lovely eyes, I know that I have finally arrived. Querencia is where my heart desires to be. Your love is where I find the best in me…
She was the only one that understood him and could make him feel this way. Jerry loved that coffee shop. But even more he loved her. He sat there writing away in his pad. With every sip of dirty chai, his mind dug deeper and deeper into her. Jerry finished his last sip and yelled out, “Yes my love, forever!” As he sat there writing inspired by her, the rain kept pouring…
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