Sexy is what I see when I look in the mirror.
My bra, the black lacy one with a pink silk material underneath does well to match the black similarly lacy panties covering my ass.
My hair cascades to my shoulders, not too long, not too short; just how I like it,
The cologne is on the table beside the mirror and I reach for it; dabbing it ever so slowly on my neck, then all over my bra, and finally on my panties.
I take a look in the mirror again.
You sexy daughter of a bitch.
My phone flashes at that moment. A message.
“Hey, you still coming?” You say.
Of course, I am still coming.
“Yeah,” I reply; one word.
Don’t want to seem too eager.
I take another look in the mirror. I apply more cologne, then reach for the lip balm.
Just one more thing remaining, and it sits there, on the hanger.
The trench coat. It is a black and white checked one I borrowed from a friend.
I smile at it, then wear it.
Shit, If I could, I would fuck me right now.
I button it up, and off I go.
It is when I close the gate to my apartment when I feel it. The nakedness.
It’s around 6.00P.M, and people are still strolling around.
I pass them, some of whom I know.
I smile at them, shy, naughty, wet.
Can they guess that I am naked underneath this trench coat?
I pass by the mama mboga’s kibanda. She smiles at me, and I wave.
I pass the shop where I usually buy stuff.
“Nduta, sasa.” one of the shopkeepers says.
“Poa.” I reply.
If only he knew he was talking to a naked girl…
I continue walking till I reach your green gate.
I remove the phone from my pockets.
“Niko kwa gate.” I say.
Before you have a chance of replying, someone in the apartments you live at comes by and opens the gate.
“Thank you.” I tell him and then climb the stairs, my heart racing with anticipation.
What will your reaction be when I show up looking like this?
I do not have to wonder long. I have already reached your apartment.
You take one second, and then the door opens, revealing your basketball shorts, your vest, your naked muscled arms, your lips, your black hair, your eyes.
“Hi,” I go for the shy smile.
Before you have time to answer, I unbutton the trench coat, all the while watching your eyes.
“Shit.” you say, then you grab me, pull me inside and smack your lips on mine.
It’s 7.30 P.M, and I am back in my house.
Sexy is still what I feel when I look in the mirror. But underneath it, there’s something else.
I cannot put a finger to it; but if I could guess, I would say maybe it has to do with the fact that you have never let me spend the night, never let me even have a meal with you, never needed me in broad daylight.
Do not worry though. I do not hate you for that. In fact, if we are being honest with each other, those things are exactly what makes me keep going back to you over and over again; naked.
You see me.
You see what all these other people do not see.
Do you know what they see?
They see a beautiful sexy girl who deserves all the love in the world. They see someone with a great life ahead of her. They see someone special.
But not you.
You see the real me.
You know who I am. I am no angel, neither am I damaged.
I deserve no love.
I am simply just not that not special.
And you see that.
That’s why I have already picked out the next sexy bra and sexy panties; and a trench coat for next time.
Just for you baby.
Just for you.