Lean in, kiss me. Can you taste the excitement on my lips? Cause I’ve been waiting all week to taste you. The moment you get close, I feel it. A current of anticipation flows through me. Electricity.
I was so happy to see your smiling face... and then you waved. Before saying a word, you told me we would be ok. Next to you, the air left my body and the edges of my mouth settled upward in a smile.
Had I known it was gonna end that night... I would have held you closer, looked directly into your beautiful blue eyes and memorized their hue.
I close my eyes and you are there, your scent, your touch, your song. My body, remembering the trace of your hands lightly over my curves, responds in sensational tingles and deep breaths. Deeply, I breathe in, remembering your smile and your eyes, while mine are closed tightly. I never wanted to look away. I never wanted to leave. But like this, I’ll always have you.
In the lush surroundings of a small island in the southeastern Caribbean Sea, a small town named Marabella bustled with the vibrant work of village life. Women worked in various roles from community organizers to domestic work—washing clothes in big tin tubs and hanging them to dry outdoors behind their tiny clapboard homes. It was … Continue reading Passion’s Curse, Prologue (unedited draft)
On Saturdays, I think about you one hundred and eighty-five times... give or take a hundred. Saturdays are slow days. You should see Mondays! If I go a week without feeling your mouth on mine, then multiply those numbers by ten.