Wawa Aba

All summer I've dreaded the arrival of the past few days, and the next few to come. I wondered for hours on end how I'd say goodbye to the other half of my life who has always been by side, literally, for the past four years. I wondered if I would cry as I hugged my love and joy for the last time in what could be weeks. I wondered what my days would be like, without them.

And though I did have to say goodbye to my best friend, and I will have to give a final hug to my boyfriend, I won't have to know what my days would be like without them. I am finally beginning to realize that the bond I share with these two guys cannot be broken by distance, nor time. For no good relationship is ever always stagnant, as with changes come character and strength. And the separation or loneliness I may sometimes feel is nothing that a phone call, Greyhound bus ride, or occasional flight cannot remedy.

It doesn't matter if we're 40 minutes or several hundred miles away, or if I see you in December, or in a few weeks, I know that in some capacity, you guys will always be in my life, and I'm ashamed that I ever doubted the power of the love I feel for you, and the love you feel for me.

Retrocede

A year ago I wouldn't have ever imagined we'd be here today. I knew you only as the weird, skinny kid, who used to sing Mary Jane to me, but would change the words to Marie James. Though it was funny, I found it to be incredibly creepy.

I remember the day of homecoming you called me a bunch of times to see if I was still coming. I was in the car with Kalisha and Brandon, and I told them, "I wish he would stop calling me!" And when I got there, you was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, flowers in hand. I felt weird because I barely knew you, and didn't like you, and I didn't want you to waste anymore money or time on me. But I thought it was incredibly sweet that you did that.

Or the time you showed up at two in the morning to see me off to Philadelphia because we wouldn't see each other for two weeks. You brought me Sour Patch Kids and cranberry juice because those are my favorite. To this day that's the most amazing thing anyone has ever done for me, but I remember telling Brandon as we pulled off that I thought maybe you were far too into me, and I not that far into you.

Now sometimes I wish I could hear you singing that song, or walk down a few stairs just to find you waiting there for me, or get a random surprise visit.

I guess I didn't appreciate it much then, and I suppose I'm paying for it now.

Primrose Path

I was listening to Anywhere by 112, and thus inspired.

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Never has my flesh been inspected so thoroughly. My maculate ebony skin becomes beauteous at the pressure of his perfecting fingertips. Eager sweat gathers in the small of my back as dew begins to settle upon my lips. A closed smile lingers there, begging to be parted by your touch. Cleverly you tantalize me, your wandering fingers carefully avoiding my unwavering breasts, your saccharine lips only gently grazing against mine. Submitting to my hushed pleas, you turn my body into your clay, gracefully sculpting me against you. Your shoulder fits perfectly in the crook of the back of my knee, my left leg wraps tightly around your core. Frozen, for only a moment, we appear to be a bronze statue, glistening in the light of the distant stars. And then you enter me. Slowly. Cautiously. I sense the passion in your loins as your excursion of me quickens. My soft flesh buckles beneath your strength. Calamity grows deep in my lust. Rough trembles begin at my thighs and travels in quakes over my body as I explode. My fingernails dip deep into the earth beneath me. My walls collapse making it impossible for you to escape. Every trace of my pain is waved away as your delectation pours into me.

Your body comes down upon me heavily, flattening my breasts. Slumber captures us, and it isn't until the sun rays shine upon us that you retreat from me.