There's nothin' else that I have seen/There's no gettin' around it or in between/You're out of this world except you're not green/Look, you don't know what you mean to me...
The way that he moves. The way that he touches me sends chills down my spine. Never have I felt this immense about someone. When he kissed me, I melted a bit on the inside and smiled. He stared into my eyes and I saw a twinkle that I have never seen before...
New York City: Four days before...
"Hey sweetie. Where are you at?" He asked as she gathered her suitcase.
"I am here. I am going to hop on the bus to the subway. See you in about an hour."
"Alright. Love Ya."
"Love Ya too..."
Denise waited for the bus. In the sticky NYC heat, she took a breath in, adjusted her shades and listened to some Deep House Music to clear her mind.
Ahhh yes! A few days of relaxation and fun away from the stresses of Atlanta. She has always been a Peach, but deep down inside, she felt like a New York Apple. Her petite frame and look turned the heads of many onlookers in the big city. Hell, it was more than what she got in back home. The lack of desire for her ethnic features and thick, curly, but short tresses became a bother for her dating Life. Men wanted the 'Barbie Doll' look and fairer features. Her skin was of a rich brown glow, with hints of red and yellow hues. However, she took pride in her heritage and what it bestowed upon her.
As the bus rolled in, she hopped on and sat down, excited. Her best friend was her rock and she was thankful to be spending time with him. As she arrived to his place, she looked up at the late evening sky and braced herself for what was going to be an interesting few days in NYC -- seeing family, meeting her best guy friends' partner, shopping, dancing and the beach.
After dinner with her close guy friend, Andrew, she fell asleep. Another day is ahead of her. She stirred in her sleep about what she left behind. Preston was of her past. They were close friends at the time, then a relationship formed. However, right before Valentine's Day, he broke her heart.
"So you are just not going to explain why I have not heard from you in three weeks?! Answer me, damnit!"
Silence on the other end. He took a deep breath and said with a faint tone, 'I am sorry. I should have told you earlier.'
She hung up and made it a mission to never let him into her Life again. She did admit that sex with him was passionate and intense. His reddish-brown hair would block his face whenever she pounced herself on top of him. She felt his man between her legs, which made her even more excited. He would slide his finger deep within her, thus causing her to moan.
SNAP OUT OF IT! She had to. New beginnings. New everything. She reminded herself.
How can I be sure? /If you're sure about about the signs tell me what do they mean?/How can I be sure?
Samuel placed his book bag on the couch and relaxed from a long day at work. Between meetings and vying for clients in a new firm, he just wanted to chill out for a while. He slipped on some Omar and reached into the fridge for some water. His hazel eyes came into the focus of the Jamaican woman which he had framed on his wall.
