Who's Afraid of the Boogie Man?

See me, want me, give me, trust me
Feed me, fuck me, love me, touch me
This whole world is cold and ugly
What we are is low and lovely
I am the most beautiful boogie man
The most beautiful boogie man
Let me be your favorite nightmare
Close your eyes and ill be right there
While...Open...All...Over...A-gain

-Mos Def "The Boogie Man Song"

Damn! Favorite nightmare? That's serious. Something about this song just makes me want to engage in some seriously adult activities. There's just this understated intensity about it that just puts you in a zone. Or maybe it's just me.

The lyrics have me thinking about the likelihood every woman having a Beautiful Boogie Man in her life or at least in her past. That person that macks so deliciously, you know it's game, but you eat it up anyway. The brother that you relish telling yourself you won't think about anymore . . . after you make that laaaaast phone call.

Don't misunderstand, I'm not referring to abusers and the like. Just honest to goodness Boogie Men. Though he can come in the form of a playa or a thug, he doesn't necessarily have to be. He could be the man that's exactly right for ALL the wrong reasons or maybe that brother who stepped on the scene just in time for it to be the wrong time.

Granted, we'd never admit to a brother that he is our Boogie Man, but we know him when we see him. The single woman's "homegirls before men" credo is summarily tossed out the window. In all honesty, the interaction does not even need to be physical. It could just be something about the thought of his presence, the sound of his voice on the line or maybe just the fact that he inexplicably makes you smile just a little bit harder than you do for the mere mortals that you typically associate with. If you're a woman reading this and you feel me, you're probably smiling right now. If you're a man, you're probably wondering if you are that man . . . THE man. Who knows? You just might be.