• The Wind
    The wind blew through the trees, caressing them in such a way it seemed at though the trees were her lovers. She stretched out her hand to them giving them a sorrowful good-bye as she died out leaving them without as much as a whisper. The trees responded to her by swaying their long body to her powerful seductive touch. Their long dark green fingers entangled in her invisible hand, yet their love affair was cut short as the wind disappears. The trees are lost without their lover. Having no one to seduce them, they stand--alone and erected, waiting… constantly waiting for their lover to return to them.
    It was three hours after the sun had went into hibernation. I sat there on a sea green swing, lost by the sounds of the ocean as they broke against the concrete. I watched the ocean intensely as it gave and took away. I wondered to myself if my life was the same way as the sea, giving and taking. Did everything I do have to have a Ying and Yang approach. I sat there for a moment gazing at the stars, until the sigh of my lover brought me back. The crickets chirped their romantic song in the background in the wet grass. Her hand reached for mine as her head found my shoulder; we sat there and watch the moonlight reflect off the vast blue liquid underneath it. We rocked in the swing as fire begun to spread up my arm from the spot she was caressing. I tried to ignore it, but I knew I would not last for much longer. That is how it always was when she touched me…fire. It did not matter where she touched me, when she touched me, how she touched me, it was the same affect each time -- fire. I turned my head and looked at her for the first time that night. She was beautiful; her skin was the color of coffee with cream in it. Her face was round like a china doll, with one single beauty mark in the middle of her forehead as if God himself had dropped a single drop of black paint there. Her hair was brown with gold streaks, but tonight it only looked like a chestnut brown. Her lips were the color of milk chocolate mixed with mocha. Her body was slender, yet she had curves to prove that she was not a girl but a full-fledged woman. Her eyes were a dark brown, and reflected sorrow each time she looked at me. Her touch was softer than cotton; it drove me insane every time she touched me. She only stood 4'8" yet that was good, because to me she was perfect.
    Her eyes met mine, as the words slowly formed in her mouth "What are you thinking about?", she asked me in her soft voice.
    "You," I replied as I looked away from her fearing that I would kiss her and not be able to convince myself to stop.
    "What about me?" she inquired. I sighed deeply as I collected my thoughts about her.
    "About how beautiful you are, about how bad I wanted to kiss you right now, about how much it is going to hurt me when I have to take you home," I answered. It got quiet for a moment; the only sounds that come to me were the ocean. Maybe I had said something wrong; at that point in time, I did not care. I needed her as a sentence needs words. She took a deep breath then spoke.
    "I want you to kiss me." She said shyly as if I would deny her request. I leaned down slowly to kiss her. We kissed passionately in the darkness as our tongues met repeatedly. She moaned as I devoured her mouth, telling her how much I missed her, loved her adored her with each kiss. Another moan came from her mouth as our tongues made love. My hand started to slide up her shirt to feel her hard n****e when she stopped me.
    "Baby…stop…please…I can't breathe." Just like that I stopped.
    "Sorry, it's just that I haven't kissed you in so long." I said. We sat there for anther moment, my body burning with passion for the woman next to me. I looked at her once again, realizing for the first time that I was in love with the sweetest taboo I could ever have. I began to sing to her "Lately" by Tyrese. She smiled at me and kissed me once again. I pulled her closer to me not wanting her to leave my side. I knew it would not happen that way, but it did not stop me from dreaming. We sat there for another ten minutes before she told me to do the thing I was dreading.
    "Baby I have to go home now, my mom would kill me if she knew what we just did," She said
    "I know," was all I could say as I got up from the swing, took her to my car and drove her home. Once I had dropped her off at her house, I sat there in my car all alone. I was the like trees when the wind left them, longing for the moment when she would return so that I could feel her sweet embrace. I was addicted to something that I could never have or keep. The person I loved was like the wind.