All those love letters, love texts and gifts he sent to me seem to just disappear and the sugar-coated words that come out of his mouth don't mean a thing to me. I heard him yelling my name so I looked through my bedroom window. This felt so unreal, so surreal. It felt like I was in the play Romeo and Juliet but an urbanised version. He came in a black car with tinted windows. As he came out of his mustang I was frozen.He wore black shades and a black and red checked shirt showing his muscular toned body. My dark brown eyes absorb his caramel skin. As I stood there frozen he gazes at my bedroom window and smiles as he takes of his black shades.
He is my missing ingredient and missing element, all my troubles seem to have gone as I come downstairs to meet him. His hazel eyes met my dark brown eyes and everything in my life seemed to fall in place. A love circle formed between us as I stroked his hair. His eyes filled with elements of good and evil and his skin complexion a mixture of light and dark. He held me and I lean my head against his muscular chest. I could feel his heart pounding rapidly and sweat beginning to appear on his black and red checked shirt and that is when he pushed me away. I looked at him with a puzzled look on my face and he looked at me with lust and hatred whilst biting his pale pink lips.
"You made me feel normal" he whispered and then I froze reminiscing those times he was bullied because of his skin complexion those hateful words that he will never forget "yellow child" and "diluted". How I used to watch him hating himself and wishing that he did not consist of light and dark elements. I yearned to touch him and ease his troubles I wanted to kiss those pale pink lips and give him that warm feeling I to was also bullied because of my dark skin complexion.
Just then reality seemed to sink in
and I stood there speechless wondering how did he find me and why
did he appear on the day I hate so much with a passion. He held
my hand and led me inside his car and his hands began stroking my
thick thighs and my hand stroking his cheekbone. Just then he
held me tightly and our lips met and we begin to explore each
other's insides. I didn't want this feeling to end. Our lips
parted while our eyes met and then he whispered to me "if I was
born with a light skin complexion or dark skin complexion would
you still love me the way I am" I whispered yes.
The lust and love that we had for each other was powerful inside and outside of our bodies. We could both feel the hardness and wetness of each other.