My Black Rose

The ice in my glass caused the light to shimmer across the room. Nicklaus was a Musician and he was working on a new gig. I saw hem slowly walking in my direction, leaving the room light and airy in my vision. His long black hair waving at my séances making me want to run my fingers through every strand. He then sat in the chair across from me, where the light from the ice in my glass was shimmering. I couldn't believe he sat like that not even asking like he knew I would ask him to sit anyways. He looked into my eyes and I noticed he licked his bottom lip. I thought "EEK I hate how much he made me want him. He couldn't even see it." But he did and knew how to use it against me. "Why such a long face Rosy Baby?" He always called me Rosy Baby when he wanted something from me. "Nicklaus I’ve been waiting for you, and you showed up late. How do you think I should look?" He looked deeper into my eyes and said, "Oh, forgive me, please Rosy Baby?"  I put my head down for a moment to make him think I'm upset. This always brought him closer to me, to console me. When he touched my cheek I reached for his hand and kissed his balm. "Oh, Nicklaus" I can't even stay anger with you; you make it so hard for me to." He rubs my cheek harder with his thumb "I now Hun". We ended up at my place watching TV. We watched CSI it's our favorite show. He went home really early in the morning, after the FOX News ended. I fell asleep on the couch and didn't hear him leave. The phone rang and it was him. "Rosy I'm sorry I was late but work keeps me busy. If you'd like meet me at the bar tonight at 8:00, and remember you're my black rose"

To be continued