Tag: Black Love

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We Will Be
by DNC

I prayed for waves like this. The ocean’s mist sprinkles my skin with its refreshing droplets, as I roll over to greet his eyes. Cleansing us ever so gently, we smile and pull each other closer, awaiting the first words of the morning. Neither of us chooses to speak, we decided to just be.

White sand brushes our skin, as the sun peeks at our naked embrace. A night’s worth of passion has evolved into a sunrise in love with a soul from a different corner of the world.

Maybe it was the accent or the pride he spoke of his heritage or maybe even the way he spoke encouragement into me that pulled me into his glow. I don’t know, nor will I care.

I tuck a single dread behind his ear, following the slender lines of his cheek, down around his chin rolling slowly to his lips. They were gifts from God and in every embrace they sent me to a better place, a heavenly state.

And to imagine, if I wouldn’t have opened my mouth, if I would have stood by and let him leave my eyesight, I would not have found my Adonis. The perfect piece to me that I didn’t know I was missing.

Waves crash against the beach and his arms pull me tighter and closer, pulling us together as if the waves could reach us, and just in case they did, he guaranteed that we could never be separated. His skin kisses mine, with the warmth from the sun on an early summer day in Georgia. I rest my leg over him and his thick staff falls between my legs to grace the place it just poured every ounce of his desire into. Laying there full of him, I pray for our forever. I knew when I saw him, that my body needed him. And then when he spoke, my mind couldn’t wrap around being without him. Love, at first sight, is an impossible concept, unless love lives with lust and life. When the three meets, a world begins. Our world began, and we’ve never looked back.

There were years of flying from here to there, and even months of missed Facetimes or late-night chats, but what was never lost was the life we created together, the love that grew through the unknown and the lust that was untamable in every word between us.

He takes my hand and locks it into his, staring then kissing and staring once more. Our relationship has been labeled lucky; “Girl, you are so lucky you found him” or even, “You really luck up on her” was told to us by our friends. But luck has absolutely nothing to do with it when fate leads the way.

But even in our loving embrace and our growing temptation to take a ride on the coming sunrise, I feel a moment of insecurity. I know why I choose him, but what made him choose me.

So I ask him, “Why me?”
He whispered “Because I can’t breathe.
But with you, my lungs start to move.
My heart begins to pump,
And then life begins, you see.

“Why you,” he answered,
“Because there would be no me.
There would be no sun on my horizon.
No mercy on my soul.
No ocean I could man without drowning below.

“Because of you,” he concluded,
“I am a man with pride and morals.
A man destined to conquer the darkness of the past.
A man dying to give you the world.

“I am
And that’s
Why you.”

I kiss him too many times to count and thank God so many times I couldn’t even shout. I climb on my king and connect our souls one last time as the sun finally reaches the sky. I ride until we are high into the clouds back in our world alone with nothing to hide. His hands caress each breast as I rock us into Outerspace. Someone far and deep, deeper into a never-ending place. I call his name and release the love I owe him across our world, clinching tight to hold the moment for as long as I could before I collapse on his chest, exhausted from flying miles and galaxies in hopes of continuing our endless embrace. I open my eyes to search for his remarkable brown eyes when I look at his lips and see something sparkle between his teeth. A ring, a diamond ring so gorgeous that I can barely breathe.

I take it out his mouth and he sits up, still very connect to me, and speaks, “Please stay with me, until the sea runs dry or our worlds cease to be.”

And so, that morning, over the morning rays and before God in our rawest forms, we promise that we will always be.

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