Sexy Black

It’s called Kizomba–both the music and the dance from Angola (like an African tango). My first mini-class was last week in Bushwick at my friend’s silly studio party where a beautiful man taught me; tonight I danced with him again and kizomba is my new favorite dance/music. This video is a little dramatic but there were some beautiful dancers at one of the only places in NYC that has kizomba dancers (time for me to visit Europe where they say it’s as popular as salsa). Absolutely sexy, my dance partner, he’s good at all types of dances from Haitian to salsa to bachata, “I’m sorry I don’t mean to be rude but shit are your nipples hard?!”  I said “Sorry does it make you uncomfortable? They’re almost always like that but it’s this dancing too.” “No, I didn’t mean to look I just happened to glance down–um, you want to take a break?” “Okay,” I said but we didn’t stop. The music alone sets the pit of my stomach on fire and makes me ache deep inside. Salsa I feel in my chest, my heart–this is different. I’m going to barter with my new kizomba friend he wants to get better at salsa I’m going to have him teach me kizomba and try my hardest not to devour every inch of his chocolate body–try being the key word. I’m up tonight listening over and over to this music as it throws my soul into a frenzy. Tomorrow night, salsa. I love New York…