“Women save us as well, just differently. Everyone needs saving or we wouldn’t have a Creator to come and clean up the shit and messes we make!” he said angrily as he pounded his chest with his fist. “If we were meant to take care of everything on our own, we wouldn’t desire to be around other people.
“We are not hermits by nature. Yes, there are natural introverts and people that tend to stay solo, but they still crave some sort of human interaction, whether they admit it or not, and anyone who doesn’t, at some point in time, is a sociopath, period. We need help, because we are pieces of a larger conundrum and it never gets solved unless we are near one another, touching another puzzle piece. Jesus knew this. He wanted that woman! He was in the flesh, and wanted a wife. I know why this so upsetting to some Christians. It is because the thought of Jesus having a sex drive and making love is somehow seen as perverted! No, it makes him even more spiritual! We are the ones that have warped it. He was able to cover all bases because of that—because you cannot completely connect to all chakras, in their full design and performance, without having intercourse! It is necessary, a part of growth of one’s spirit. It is even stated that God put life inside of Mary, her son Jesus—come on now! No, there was no physical sexual intimacy, but for you Christians, explain that! God chose a woman to birth his child! There is sensuality in that! There is intimacy in that! There is love in that!
“I believe Jesus made love to this woman, Mary Magdalene, and had children,” he said matter-of-factly as he stood in the middle of the stage. “I believe he healed her and married her, so if you believe in Jesus, and you know the story, you must ask yourself: what seven demons did he cast out of her?! Tell me,” Saint pointed down at the stage floor. “Why were there seven of them, hmmm? Numbers, calendars and days are science. They mean something! Why was this woman around him everywhere he went?! Why did she clean his feet with her hair?! That is intimacy. One of the most humbling things you can do is kiss and wash someone’s damn feet! Now you have these theologians arguing, saying it wasn’t Mary Magdalene that did this, it was a different prostitute... ” He rolled his eyes and drew a deep breath. “You know why? Because then, they, too, would have to admit there was a relationship. Mary Madgalene’s intimacy constituted basic understanding, especially back in that time period, of what the hell that meant! The woman was in love with him! She used her damn hair—this beautiful woman, her hair was part of her glory—as she groveled on the ground and washed his feet and kissed them!” he shouted.
Saint reflected on the many times he’d washed and kissed Xenia’s feet, paying honor to his soulmate, the mother of his children...
“Jesus also washed the disciples’ feet. That was his way of showing them honor and respect. He was a humble person. In many ancient weddings, it was customary for the groom in some African tribes to wash his bride’s feet, or vice versa. We come from the Earth, our feet are the closest to the Earth, they take the brunt of everything from the ankle down. Did you know you are more likely to engage in sexual intercourse after giving a woman a foot massage versus a back massage?” He raised an eyebrow.
A few spurts of laughter could be heard as the men whispered amongst themselves.
“Some men think they are so suave. They offer a back massage before sex, and it is relaxing if you do it right. Back massages are a great gateway, don’t get me wrong—but massaging her feet, that is a whole different ball of wax. Both have important nerves, but the foot massage relaxes her, and makes her feel even more intimate toward you, because you are massaging her Goddess within! Remember, our Queens are the Earth. You have to study this stuff, you really do.
“Back to Jesus and his wife... Why did he spend so much time with her and why are there at least nine books out of the Bible missing that even many Christian theological historians admit are missing?! There are huge gaps in the timeline, just gone! Explain it!” His voice shook. “And how coincidental is this: those missing books are mainly in the spot of the New Testament, after the birth of Christ, after he’d met Mary Magdalene! They don’t want you to know the truth! The truth that Jesus was like you!” He pointed out into the audience. “A normal man...a good man, but had similar desires and needs as the rest of us.
“Use your minds! Don’t just take and swallow the proverbial bullshit! Don’t be afraid of the left side of your damned brain! It is there to process logic and keep you grounded in reality. You’re being hoodwinked if you think that everything we need to know is in a book, but the least you could do is start there,” Saint said calmly. “The church is obsessed with sex, and trying to repress it. Religion cannot suppress sexual awakening. It is part of the human experience.” He took a deep breath and made his way back to the podium and grabbed the glass, which rattled in his grip. He took a shaky sip, and set it down. Gathering his thoughts, he heard his steps echo across the stage in the sudden quiet of the vast room. He quickly wiped fresh sweat gathering across his brow with the back of his hand and closed his eyes as his final deliberations formed.
“Before we part ways this evening, gentlemen,” he said. “I want you to remember that those of you here who are, due to your own baggage, suffering from the open wound but have not completely severed ties with your ex-girlfriends and ex-wives, and those of you that came to understand chakra awareness as it pertains to the health of your relationships—you came here due to energy. You were drawn to me, and I to you. We are here, working together.” He put his hands together, as if pulled together like magnets. “To make a change, to make a difference. Your Goddess may be like the Mother Theresa, or she may be like Mary Magdalene, but both prototypes are worthy. The woman for you was designed with you in mind, and the same was done with her. Your black Goddess, gentlemen, is a reflection of you and she holds inside of her many keys to your growth. Don’t be afraid of the truth, don’t be afraid of your shadows, just make sure you stay illuminated. Especially when you feel yourself slipping into the seven underbellies of your positive light Chakras, you must know that’s not where you’re from. You’re the sun and the son, so stay bright! Love and live forever, Rainbeaus!”
The crowd erupted in applause and cheered as Saint turned and exited the stage...
~***~
“Come on, girl, move your legs, damn!”
“Just shut up and teach me, Saint. I don’t need to hear all that extra commentary.”
“You can’t possibly be that stiff. I thought black people had rhythm!” Saint chided with a big grin as Xenia attempted to duplicate the dance beside him. She was trying to learn the ‘Swag Walk’, and he tried to do it slow in front of the mirror in their bedroom, but he had to stop several times while she interrupted him with questions.
“Wait, wait, why did you do that right there?”
He paused, dropped his head and shook in frustration. Looking over his shoulder, he glanced at the ceiling fan which didn’t seem to be helping him much at all.
“What do you mean why did I do that? It’s part of the dance! Xenia, just—”
“Saint you dance too hard! You dance like you mad at somebody!” She said in frustration, blaming him for her inability to keep up. “All that hard stomping and jerking. You dance well, that is why I asked for help but you’re turning this into some sort of competition, trying to show out.”
“Look, don’t blame me ’cause you don’t know what’s going on and can’t keep up,” he teased as his legs bent in strange ways and his arms swayed as if a cool breeze were blowing and he was a branch. He checked himself out in the mirror, admiring his crafty footwork.
“How do you learn these dances anyway?” Xenia barked. “These are teenage dances. I see kids on BET doin’ them.”
Saint laughed. “They are not teenage dances. There is no such thing as a teenage dance, it is just dancing, Xenia. It just so happens that these young people are always the pioneers of the new shit, just like you and I were. Now look, you came to me, okay,” he huffed as he stomped toward the entertainment center and shut down ‘Kiss My Nikes
’ by the Rangers. “You’re the one that said you wanted to learn a new dance for that party Stacey is having. I am showing you the easiest one I know.”
“Oh.” Xenia put her hand on her hip and poked out her lips. “So now you’re saying I’m incapable of learning the most basic, easiest dance in the world, right?”
He smirked as she snapped and rolled her neck. All that was missing was a finger snap.
Sista girl, prepared for launch…
“Look, all I know is that you can fuck your sexy ass off. You fuck like you should be on ‘Dancin’ With the Stars’ yet you dance like you should be on ‘Here Comes Honey Boo Boo.’ Ahhhh!” He grinned mischievously and held the back of his head where she’d popped him with all of her might. They both stood quietly for a few moments then burst out laughing. She grabbed her satin purple scarf from her head and tossed it aside, revealing freshly conditioned ringlets.
“Okay.” He turned the music back on. “Let’s start from the top.” He stood slightly behind her, watching her move in the mirror as she maneuvered her body in sexy green boy-cut shorts, trying her best to emulate his previous steps. She snaked her tongue out the corner of her mouth as she concentrated. He watched that tongue over and over, then readjusted his white boxer shorts as his bare feet continued to slide along the floor.
“Here, let me help you,” he said breathlessly as he grabbed her arm and cranked it to the left. “You see? You want to pop your arm, baby. There are many variations to this, but in my experience, all parts of your body should be moving, although for this dance, it just has sorta a relaxed look to it until the music goes into the hook, then you want to speed it up.” He stepped in front of her and demonstrated, getting into the groove of the music.
“Saint, I can’t do it like that. I give up on this.” She crossed her arms and smirked. “Don’t you have a dance that is like, softer? This is just crazy. It’s just so, well, boyish!” She laughed into her palm.
He shook his head in disbelief, walked over to the music and changed it to another song.
“You don’t know boyish and hard, that was nothin’. Now this is hard dancing, Xenia.”
‘Mercy’ by Kanye West, Big Sean, Pusha T and 2 Chainz blasted throughout the room.
Xenia burst out laughing as Saint moved his hips jerkily, going into a frenzied rave, popping his arms and legs, dancing harder than concrete, with all of his might. His cock bounced around in his boxers and he didn’t miss her eyes watching it pop up and down beneath the silky white material. The base in the speakers was so loud; the entire room seemed to be vibrating.
“Jesus, Saint!” she yelled, clapping her hands as she laughed and moved out of his way. “You’re gonna burn a hole in the damn carpet!” She kept laughing, encouraging him as he stared at himself in the mirror, working up a nice sweat. As the song ended, he turned and raced to her side, grabbed her playfully off the floor, and spun her around over and over in his arms, rendering her dizzy.
“Put me … put me down! You’re all sweaty!” she squealed, her white tank top bunching up between their jammed bodies.
“Ya!Ya!Yaaaa!” he screamed as he bit gently into her cheek, making her giggle and hit his back as he turned her in a million directions.
“That sounded like Busta Rhymes, didn’t it? Yaaaa! Yaaaaa! Yaaaaa! Ya! Ya! Booo haaa! Booo haaa! I gotcha all ’nd check!”
“Oh my God, you’re so crazy! And don’t ever open your mouth that wide again. It’s scary!” She cackled and beat on his shoulders while he raced around with her. “Stop it, stop it, you gonna wake the kids!” she pleaded.
“Really?” He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Baby, it’s one in the mornin’ and our bedroom is soundproof. If we were in here jackhammering, they wouldn’t hear a damn peep.” He tossed her on the bed and before she could retreat, he hovered over her, closing her in. She reached up and pressed her palms into his chest, impishly pushing him back as he laid more kisses on her neck and face, teasing her, laughing and tickling her to pieces.
Kendrick Lamar’s ‘Poetic Justice’ began to play.
“Damn,” she caught her breath as she looked up into his eyes, “I love this song.”
“…I love you more.” He looked at her seriously. She drew quiet, and her wide grin lessened to a soft, seductive smile. Saint clasped the sides of her shirt and pushed it above her head, exposing her sports bra.
“You were trying your damndest to make sure the twins didn’t move during your dance lesson, huh?” he teased.
She smiled a bit wider and arched her back, allowing him to slide his hands beneath her and unfasten it.
He tilted his head ever so slightly to the left, laid a heavy kiss on her lips while he simultaneously jerked at his boxer shorts, damn near ripping them off of his body before tossing them across the room. Shoving his right arm beneath her lower back, he snatched her boy shorts, dove down to clasp them between his clenched teeth and precipitously piloted them down her smooth, bent legs. He paused briefly, making eye contact with her, then tossed them over the side of the bed. Stroking his cock like a friendly pet snake, he ran his fingers up and down its length. He could see the excitement in her eyes as he climbed his way back up her body, her stomach caving in anticipation. She suddenly jerked forward, wiggling beneath him so much, he turned to the side as she freed herself. A mischievous glimmer shimmered in her eyes. He knew the look, Xenia was trying to make him beg, make a game out of it. He was going to pay for those smart ass comments he’d made earlier. It was all over her face. He wasn’t in the mood for this shit, but he’d let her think she had the upper hand, at least for now.
“It’s a little chilly in here, baby. Let me go into the closet and get my robe.”
Oh, so this is the game we’re playin’, huh? Dragging to shit out…
He sighed and rolled his eyes in frustration as she made her way across the room, opening the large closet door. Then, it hit him…
He rose from the bed and stared at the woman as she pushed the button on the side panel, causing all of the clothing to rotate in a slow caravan, displaying color coordinated outfits and shiny accessories.
“Ahh…” she moaned as he slid against her naked body, ever so slightly pushing his groin into her ass. “What are you doing in here?” She looked over her shoulder at him. He didn’t answer; instead, he took her by the arm and led her to the back of the closet. “What are you doing?”
He stopped the clothing from turning and flicked the light off, forcing them to rely solely on the moon and constellations for illumination. They were beautifully vibrant, their white glow beamed through the rectangular shaped skylight on the slanted ceiling. He gripped her thighs, hoisting them up and around him, cradled his face into the crevice of her neck and pressed his body into hers, grinding and winding his narrow hips within her warmth.
“Your back is slick.” She giggled. “Wet…sweaty boy.”
“You like it,” he panted, talking into her ear as he gripped the soft spheres of her ass. “I have another dance I want to show you,” he murmured. “This one is simple, baby.”
“Uh…” He felt her tremble ever so slightly in his command as he lowered her down onto a nearby vanity area. The perfect spot to get the angle he desired.
“Bring your knees up, feet flat on the vanity, baby.” She did so, leaning her head against the wall as her pelvis pushed forward. He looked into her eyes, running his digits over her pussy. “Mmmm, what do we have here?” She smiled weakly in his direction. “What’s this, baby?”
“Hmmmm?” she answered between sporadic breaths, her excitement building.
“What’s this between your legs? Is this your pussy, baby?” he asked sluggishly as he massaged her clitoris.
“Mmmm hmmm….”
He took his other hand and grabbed his throbbing dick, slowly jerking it. “You know what this is, baby?”
“Mmmm hmmmm….” She cooed, her voice extra light and feminine as she began to thrust and pump her hips, inviting him closer, meeting his
demands.
“It’s my dick, baby. It’s my hard ass dick and I want to fuck you with it.”
“Uhhh!” She got off on the nasty, dirty words.
He dropped down, licked her neck, then sucked it hard and pulled away, causing a popping sound.
“I’m going to take my dick and shove it inside your hot pussy baby, but first, I want you to touch my cock.” He swayed back a few inches, allowing her room to wrap her small hand around its breadth. He looked down, becoming increasingly excited by the movements of her fingers along it. “Uhhh, yeah…squeeze my dick, baby, kinda hard.” His breathing accelerated as he continued to masturbate her, slowly sliding his finger in and out of her wet pussy.
“Mmmm!” he moaned as she worked him up, her thumb glossing over the head. “You feel that, baby?”
“Mmmm hmmmmm!” She looked at him helplessly.
“What do you feel?”
“Your dick is wet…” The tip of his rod was coated in precum. Xenia squirmed against him, her body begging for him to do just what he promised. He dropped down, sucked each nipple during his fevered excitement and sighed helplessly as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“Saint, come on,” she pleaded, pushing against his shoulder with one hand while she continued to jerk him off with the other. “Come on, now.”
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