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PRIVATE STORM by Mary Mack

Where by Black Ribbon

I opened one eye slowly and then the other and blinked trying to remember exactly where I was. I untangled my long legs from the crumpled sheets, as I turned over to see the numbers on the clock in sun-drenched room. As I raised my head, my body ached in delightful places reminding me of our lovemaking this morning. Even the thin cotton sheets were heavy against my sensitive nipples in commemoration. Your surprise get away to the islands was one of the most romantic things you could have done. But I wondered how you had the energy to get up...in fact, where were you?

Your scent was on the sheets and me. Sex permeated the air. Mmmm, I closed my eyes and stretched like a satisfied cat, and stifled a laugh thinking how we fell asleep still joined together. But it was the memory of waking up this morning with your smooth bald head between my legs that made me smile. At first I thought I was dreaming, lifting my hips and gyrating to a phantom lover. Your mouth was like fire. Teasing me with your tongue—you licked gentle at first then probing deeper. Fully awake now, I pulled my knees back when you begin sucking my clit. You brought me instantly and skillfully to climax leaving me breathless and my heart pounding. I wanted to rest, but you started kissing me and it was hard to resist your prowess. You gently tuned me on my stomach and I could feel you entering me from behind this time, with no preliminaries. Damn, I couldn’t get enough of you, enjoying your sheer gigantic size. And the more you gave, the more I arched my back, spread my legs to receive all of you. I was dripping wet and when I came this time I couldn't help myself, I screamed your name. Shit! I hope no one calls hotel security. And why did you find that so funny?

At first I thought tasting you would leave you completely satisfied and give my vagina a rest. You were so hard—the feel of you was like satin over steel. I ran my fingers over your smooth buttocks while reaching around to gently caress your balls—the feel of your chocolate brown skin was intoxicating. You moaned out loud when I ran my tongue along the vein on the underside, your dick was pulsating and almost purple-black; thicken by the rush of blood. I encased you in my hot mouth almost to the base. Alternating ever so slowly at first, savoring the power of my ministrations. Then faster as your strong fingers held the back of my head. I suck harder and then harder still, feeling you tense, sensing your climax coming. Slowing the pace, I started over again stroking the base and working my way to the tip. When I saw your head go back and that wicked smile creep across your lips I knew you couldn't hold back any longer. Your semen spilled down the back of my throat, filling my mouth before I could swallow it all. It was my turn to laugh when you yelled out "Oh, God baby, yes"! But even after you came it seemed like only minutes later you were hard again.

You were insatiable; first one position, then another. Was the air conditioner on? I couldn’t tell because we were both drenched in sweat. I kissed the small mole at the juncture of your thighs... ooh, I wanted to climb on top to ride. Oh, yeah I unashamedly wanted you too—the longing was overwhelming. So, spreading myself open I squatted on you. At the same time you squeezed both my nipples knowing how wet that would make me. But it proved more than I could bear, after just a few stokes, I clutched your broad shoulders wanting to prolong the pleasure, but unable to control it. I came quickly in ripples that left me near tears and my body vibrating. Sensing I couldn't take anymore, you gained your own release after grasping my hips and several long powerful thrusts. Finally, you let me sleep just as the sun rose bright in the sky.

Sighing, I stretched again and sat up. What I wanted now was hot bath and a glass of cold orange juice, but I didn't think my legs would carry me off the bed. Were those my panties knotted in the sheets? I fell back on the soft pillow again. Could it really be 2 o'clock in the afternoon? Had we really made love and slept the entire day? I lay there hoping you had gone to forage something for us eat or else we weren't gonna last the rest of the week with this kind of intense lovemaking. Did you go down to the beach or were you out on the lanai? Just then I heard the knock at the door, "Room Service".

Baby, where are you...

Copyright © by Black Ribbon

Never Kiss Goodbye by Nadir Hunter

A part of my soul died that day, and it scared me. I can't say that there's 
ever been a day in my life where I actually went pale-faced from fright. 
This was the day that I finally realized that the woman I loved, had kissed 
me good-bye, for the very last time. 

I chose not believe it at first. We always had little silly arguments. 
Chante would cry and leave but would always return to me so I could wipe 
those tears. She was a very sensitive woman. (Perfect for a pretty thug, 
huh?) 

We would apologize with kisses, then take off all of our clothes and proceed 
to make that type of love that causes tides to change unpredictably. Love so 
fiery and passionate that we'd wake up from it's protective cocoon, 
completely rejuvenated. If this one feeling was tangible enough to be 
packaged and shipped, the Surgeon General would surely have labeled it a 
controlled substance.

Only recently I realized that these seemingly unpredictable arguments 
actually followed an intricate little pattern. (Mmm Hmm) It was as if we 
planned to hurt each other, only to justify getting a little more of that 
sweet, soul-healing love. We were addicted to it! About every two weeks, 
just like clockwork, we would roll up to da "spot" to cop us another phat 
bag of "sexual epiphany!" 

One time, we actually held out for almost 19 days! There was nothing to 
argue about. Nothing to justify getting some of that potent love. I was a 
little irritable then and Chante' could sense it. My baby felt the same way. 
I guess that's why we both decided to just fake it that night. She put on 
some Sade (Love Deluxe #7-repeat) and I lit some scented candles. We were 
going to try and manufacture this love ourselves. We figured that we 
already had the most essential ingredients: nice hips, soft lips, one large 
meatloaf and a fresh bag of "Bob Marley."

That night was so much more special than our usual sessions. That episode 
was more than sex, it had a purpose! And of course it was good, but in no way 
did it come close to that high we gave each other once we collapsed from 
"make-up" sex. That was a feeling far stronger than nature itself. We found 
out that we couldn't fake that. It seemed that this night only teased my 
hunger. I desperately needed to appease that hunger. 

I was so desperate in fact that the next day at work, I was tempted to go 
into one of the bathroom stalls and rape myself! I just needed to calm the 
rage down inside of me, but something told me this wasn't the way. So I 
held back and decided to torture myself with thoughts of Chante' until I 
could be alone with her again. 

Later that evening while eating, I remember complimenting my baby on a shirt 
she was wearing. It was tight fitting and colourful. It matched the natural 
highlights of her reddish-brown hair perfectly and was covered in glitter all 
down the front. Chante' cocked her head and said, "Thank you," then put her 
food to the side and whispered gingerly, "I was a very naughty girl today..." 

I looked up with a devilish grin and replied, "Oh Really?" She said, "Yeah, 
you wouldn't believe what I did!" I quickly gave up on guessing because I 
knew she was gonna tell me anyway. Chante' skipped the intro and went 
straight to the scene where she walked into some huge department store with a 
large dildo stashed away in her purse. She got it at one of those sex shops 
in the mall, along with some wild cherry flavored oral gel. Chante said that 
she stealthily pretended to shop for a few minutes, grabbed a couple of 
shirts and nonchalantly headed for the women's dressing room!

Now, I was waiting for her to just burst out laughing and say, "I'm playing, 
(hardy-har-har)" But that didn't happen, and she continued... "I just 
couldn't control myself. My special lips were so hot and juicy from 
anticipation that it was hard to even walk straight!" 

Could this have been the reason I was feeling so untamed at work? I wanted to 
ask her what time all this happened but I was more interested in the rest of 
her erotic story, so I widened my ears and listened. 

Chante told me that she snuck into the farthest cubicle and threw her coat, 
blouse and all the other shirts down on the floor. She then reached into her 
purse, slowly pulled out the dildo case and opened it like it was a wondrous 
treasure box. After she got into a comfortable position she placed the case 
back in the purse and hastily threw that down on the floor next to the rest 
of her stuff.

When she finally parted her sweet folds of candy and was able to play with 
her protruding clit, she said she felt like an oiled-down freak holding 
platinum whip! She laughed shyly and confessed, "All I could think of was 
how desperately I wanted you there with me." 

After about 7 minutes in the dressing room, Chante' was already creaming all 
over herself. She moaned and worked the dildo 'till it felt as if her hand 
was no longer in control. As she felt the first wave of fabulous energy 
overwhelm her, she locked both legs and arms out to brace herself. 

Chante said that she came so hard it was impossible to keep quiet! I was 
still waiting for her to admit that this was all a lie. This was 
unbelievable! I just sat there enjoying the heated story, waiting for her 
to say, "Sike!" But the detail in which she further explained the vivid 
scene left me to believe that these acts were very true and very very 
intense. 

Chante began to moan so loud that a nearby customer crept up to her door, 
knocked gently and asked, "Are you okay in there?!!!" But Chante' continued 
to thrust the long life-like dick into her swollen, drippin love hole. 

*knock knock* "Hello?! Are you okay in there?" Chante ignored the woman and 
let the dildo tickle her secret places until she came yet again! This time, 
sounding as if she were having a full-fledged Asthma attack! The woman 
outside the door began to panic and yelled, "Hold on! I'm gonna go get some 
help!"

With my eyes open wide from suspense, I whispered, "What happened next?" 
Chante' smiled teasingly and said, "I don't wanna say." I raised my eyebrow 
and commanded, "Stop playin yo! I hate when you do that! What happened 
after that?!" 

Knowing that she now had my undivided attention, she continued..."After I 
gathered up enough energy to stand, I slowly opened the door to peek out. My 
little panties were still down around my ankles and I knew that the woman who 
was knocking on my door was gonna be back real soon. I thought about playing 
as if I really did have an asthma attack but that would've been too much! I 
was still trying to figure out how I got myself into such a...sticky 
situation."

She paused for a while then used her fork to play in her ice cream. It was a 
long impatient pause for me. I was so caught up in how her wild story ended 
that I was actually mad because she was teasing me with little bits and 
pieces. I was about to suck my teeth and say "Maaaaaan!" But she begin to 
spill more of her hot exotic beans... "So anyway, I was peekin' out the 
door again and saw that the coast was clear. I scooped my shit, checked 
myself in the mirror real quick and bounced. Right before I left the store I 
saw three people rushing towards the dressing room as if they were about to 
save somebody's life! *hahaha* I must admit, just the thought of being 
caught masturbating in public made my pussy squeal with delight!" 

"Damn," That's all I could say after a story like that. I was so aroused 
that I got up, walked around the table and began to gently molest her. She 
let out a moan, like one of those satisfying moans from the dressing room and 
feverishly began to undo my shirt and pants. I stood her up, grabbed her 
shirt from around the waist and pulled it up over her head. As her face 
became visible again, I smiled. She was so naturally beautiful. She smiled 
back and said, "So, you really like my shirt papi?" I said, "Yeah baby, that 
shit is Hot!" She smirked and said, "You're right, cuz I didn't even pay for 
this!" I paused as she continued to pull the shirt off of her left shoulder 
seductively. She said, "When I grabbed all my stuff and ran out of the 
dressing room I accidentally took this one too, and I wore it tonight because 
I couldn't stop thinking of you." 

Damn, I loved that woman. 

The sensual melody that we orchestrated that night was murderously sweet. 
(Soft and slow, then hard and slow, then hard and fast) It began with her 
squeezing some of the wild cherry gel she bought earlier onto my pulsating 
chocolate eclair. Chante' was always fond of giving "head." She was 
naturally very good at it. She rubbed my emotions in with the gel, steadily 
working the lubricant down and around my entire shaft. My eyes widened as 
she flung her hair back and smiled devilishly. Her lips pressed against my 
bulging tip softly while her right hand tried to take command of my thick 
economy-sized...ego. (haha) All I could do was lay back and imagine her lips 
in action. I tried my best not to scream her name out loud, but my best was 
never enough. 

The sucking sounds from Chante's lips only enhanced my erection. She licked 
and kissed and nibbled so delicately. I was in another world far from earth; 
Mission to Mars on an oral gel lubricated rocket. Pretty soon I realized that 
I was so hard that 4 play was officially over for me. So I called to her, 
"Chante'?" Without pullin my inches out or even stopping her steady vertical 
neck motions, she replied, "Hmmm." 

I asked her to stop and lay down for me. I could tell she didn't want to 
stop. Chante' wanted to watch me cum. She just wanted to make me happy but 
she never could believe that I was most happy when I was pleasing her.

I kneeled next to her artistic naked body. She laid on her back as I slowly 
squeezed her breast. I moved down the bed and laid below her. I was thirsty 
for her. I wanted to indulge myself tonight. "Move up a little baby," I 
whispered. I slid my arms up under the inside of her puddin thighs and began 
to tongue kiss her sensitive kitty. She twisted and turned, so I slowed 
down. My succulent lips and tongue worked together by sucking and flicking, 
all in one unbelievable simultaneous action. 

I must admit, I've always had a thing for eating pussy, and Chante had one of 
the phattest/fattest pussies I've ever had the pleasure of dining on. 
(hahaha) I used two fingers to spread her apart and expose the entire clit. 
Chante' placed both of her hands on top of my head and arched her back as I 
French licked her funky emotions. Every time she tried to move up and away I 
curled my powerful arms inward and slid her torso back down to my face. 
"Wait," she said! "Ooh! baby hold on! I want you to cum with me..." 

How unselfish is that?! Instead of releasing all of her creamy stress onto 
my face so I could taste her love from within, she asked me to stop! So we 
could cum together! That was the type of love we were dealing with. Two 
souls who would rather sacrifice an orgasm rather than think that their lover 
wasn't feelin the same. 

She asked me to lay down on my back again so she could straddled me. My dick 
had went down a little so she began to rub it against her hot crevice while 
her other hand played with my chest. Once I became rock hard again she 
grabbed it tightly and gently lowered herself onto it. 

She began to ride me like a professional horse jockey. Her warm hole was so 
drenched in her own juices that every stroke seemed to be followed by the 
sound of a child feasting on a slice of juicy watermelon! It felt like I was 
making love to a mermaid. The candles flickering enhanced the faces she made 
as my hot caramel pushed inside. It was so good that she began to cry...and 
when I asked why she cried, she faintly replied, "Just don't stop what you 
doin' baby..." 

Her moans drove me up da wall! Every time she would slide down and ride all 
the way up I could feel her insides squeezing together; taking me in whole. 
It was beautiful, all the way to the violent spasmodic end. When we came it 
was like someone had plugged us into a live wall socket; truly electrifying! 

We then laid in bed and shared a cigarette while the flames of the candles 
continued to dance for us. No one could have asked for a better sexual 
experience than that. Yet, all Chante' and I were thinking about, as we blew 
smoke into the air, was how much sweeter this would have been if we could 
have hated each other before we got naked. We knew there was only one way to 
solve this...

So the next day, we fought! 

All you heard from outside the place was Mothafucka this and Mothafucka that, 
I HATE you, I hate you I...LOVE you! That's all I really remember. I never 
could recall exactly what we argued about that night. I guess that was 
because it never really mattered. The violent debating was only a means to a 
common goal: sexual epiphany. It wasn't that we made love any differently, 
it was just the principle of the whole thang. It was like our souls were 
bodybuilding. We knew that damaging the muscle of our relationship only 
caused it to heal and put on more mass. 

The love scenes that followed our crazy conflicts seemed to get better and 
better each time! Every dick-lickin, clit-suckin sensation felt better and 
better. It was like having an orgasm for the very first time, all over 
again. OOOHhh! It was some powerful shit! Yet, it seemed the long-term side 
affects of this addiction proved too damaging for Chante' and I to recover 
from.

I used to think that we were inseparable. I realized that I had just been 
"playing" faithful to Chante' the whole time. Nadir was actually in love 
with someone else! I was putting on such a good act that I found myself 
entangled within my own creative web of seduction. Our passionate 
relationship was slowly slipping into one of those, it's not gonna work 
situations. 

That's when I stumbled upon "Her," the one that I had been truly lusting for 
all this time. That special someone who used to give me that same high me 
and Chante' craved without all the drama. 

I made it clear to Chante that me and this person were just friends. That 
was such a lie. In fact, the very next day I invited "Her" over for a 
"session." I must've been outta my mind to think "We" could ever resist the 
temptation of enjoying some of that old freaky shit we did so well together. 
I soon became very infatuated with this old friend.

Chante' was left to deal with jealousy and withdrawal because it seemed I had 
been spending a lot of quality time without her. Sometimes Chante' would walk 
in on "US" chillin together and I wouldn't even pay her no mind. I couldn't 
see that my baby was hurting. She needed me and missed my love so much. 

Over time, Chante' became very desperate for my attention. She even tried to 
get down with us! But "ol girl" wasn't really her type. I couldn't see that 
Chante' was doing all this, just to get me back. I was so blind. There are 
so many times that I wish that I could've just pulled back from my life and 
looked at it from another perspective. I would've been able to see what was 
happening. I would've done something, anything to satisfy Chante'. But I 
was too involved with this other Love Jones to recognize her pain. 

Chante' just kept loving me, hoping that I would come to my senses. She had 
forgiven me for flirting with my new company so many times that I started to 
believe she didn't mind. The more time I spent with "Her", the less time, I 
spent with Chante. I kept telling my baby that "Her" and I were only 
friends, nothing more. I don't think she really believed that "we just 
catchin up lie" but she wanted to. She wanted to so bad that even the ugly 
truth began to mature into something beautifully scandalous.

The fucked up part about it was that every morning Chante woke up and 
realized that I had forgotten to call *again* she still refused to admit to 
herself that I was gradually slipping away from her; and into the arms of a 
sweeter lover! I was all Chante' ever had, and all she ever wanted. 
It troubles me to think that she may still be hurting now. I'm sure she 
forgave me but will she ever forgive herself? I wish I could just tell her 
that all her dedication and sacrifice were not in vain. Will I ever get that 
chance? I'm afraid that I have become the motive for every last one of her 
future tears that haven't even fallen yet. Great granchildren to the tears 
that seems to be falling now, for the very same reasons. 

You're probably wondering: "Who in da hell dis other girl was?! Who was so 
dear to me that I would jeopardize this delicate thing I had meticulously 
built with Chante'? It must have been some freaky little BITCH that put it 
on me so good that I became physically blind?" Well, I won't tell you just 
yet, but I will say that "She" is nothing you would ever imagine. Soon you 
will see who this precious soul is and understand why I had to allow Chante 
to kiss me good-bye.

You remember how I was actually still trying to forget an old lover that 
never kissed me good-bye? Let me tell you about "Her": We had fallen in 
love so innocently. Like two unicorns in a magic fairy-tale. "She" was the 
one to which I was destined to say, "till death do us part." But for some 
odd reason we lost touch with one another. It don't even recall missing Her 
much, all I can remember was that I was desperately trying not to miss Her, 
in order to ease the pain of loss. 

One day while I was aimlessly walking the streets with a lit blunt in my 
hand, thinking about what I was gonna do to make things sweet with Chante, I 
saw "Her." She had no idea who I was; I almost cried. I cried not because 
She had forgotten me, but because I had finally found Her! And after I told 
Her where I knew Her from She yelled my name and hugged me so hard that 
people walking by just knew that we had something special going on. We made 
plans to get together and it was as if we had never skipped a beat after 
that. (But what about Chante'?) Chan-WHO? 

The first romance that this gorgeous stranger and me previously had was 
wrongfully cut short, and no one could explain to me why. Why was "She" 
taken from me so swiftly? God must've caught writer's block while he was 
finishing a poem called "True Love" in which we were the main characters. It 
was as if our relationship was assaulted and raped, then left to perish 
within the closed chapters of an untitled book. I felt like my soul was 
murdered! But I moved on...I found Chante'. Yet, I was still longing for 
this lost love, this lost feeling. 

I often shake my head and laugh to myself whenever I think of how stubborn I 
was in believing that a thug's heart was impervious to love. All that 
changed when I recovered this one thing that forever could ease my pain and 
heal my soul with just a few sentences, maybe even a few words.

When I first lost my first love I told myself that this tragedy would never 
happen again. I wouldn't let God do this to me again. (But who am I?) And 
the very next time I wrestled down this notoriously elusive "animal" called 
Love, I was forced to just let it go back into the wilderness of Fate. 
(Damn God, you did it again!) 

Please tell me that this is all just some crazy supernatural game of Gotcha! 
Please, because then I could just raise this white flag and yell, "I 
surrender. I surrender to Love!" 
(But it's never that easy...)

When Chante' spoke to me the day she left, her words hit me like a piano 
dropped from a 35 story building, onto a "X" neatly placed on the top of my 
head like some classic Three Stooges prank. I couldn't move, I couldn't 
talk, I couldn't even blink while she held my hand and spoke her peace. I 
just stared into her eyes, trying not to interrupt. 

The look on Chante's face hurt me; those forgiving eyes. I felt so horrible. 
I swear, I could feel her pain yet it was so separate from my own. It was 
as if I was carrying two hearts, of which were both heavily soaked in deep 
sorrow. The after-taste of this pain was something that no one should ever 
be made to endure. Honestly, I don't think I could really explain exactly 
how torturous it was. All I can say, is that the exact OPPOSITE of it, would 
be a place in Heaven where the Lord dreams.

Chante's bottom lip began to tremble as our hesitant fingertips slowly slid 
away from each other. Parting, is truly such sweet sorrow. All the memories 
(good and bad) unwelcomly rushed into my head as if I were passing away. 
Part of me actually WAS passing away that day. And even though it was no 
laughin matter, Chante' cracked a reassuring smile for me. Her sweet lips 
curled, and I watched a tear as it formed and hung from the corner of her 
face, not yet heavy enough to fall. Her lips moved while she spoke, but I 
didn't hear anything. I just anticipated the next tear: in closed caption. 
I watched it follow the same path, down her lovely face, toward the other 
tear, and together they fell. After that, the tears didn't stop. 

It was as if Chante' had relapsed a river of agony from within. And as I 
diverted my attention to what she was doing, I cut in on her saying," ...I 
blame myself...I blame myself for being your...how should I say...your 
inspiration. I'm so sorry Nadir. I've been lying to you all this time. I've 
been lying to myself. I ended up foolin Chante' into believing that she was 
the one woman that you were destined to spend the rest of eternity in harmony 
with. You just seemed to complete me so well. Even though we aren't 
perfect, I felt maybe I could cheat fate by keeping you for myself. Only, my 
plotting and free will changed mere trivial aspects of our separate futures."

Chante' continued, "I really do love you, with all my heart..." I 
interrupted, "Baby, I love you too!" She smiled painfully and continued, "I 
know you do baby, I know you do! But I realized that you are still in love 
with someone else. And even though I tried my best to take you from "Her" by 
arguing it only seemed to make you two bond closer. At first I was 
thinking: "Maybe you just needed more time, more space." But I can't sit 
here and wait and wallow in the regret. It just hurts too much Nadir. I 
can't stay..."

As she cried, I wondered why she hadn’t wiped her tears. Wiping tears is 
almost an involuntary action, but it was like she was emotionally naked, 
showering in those warm raindrops of the soul. Chante' sniffled, pressed her 
lips together and leaned towards me, gesturing a kiss. I hesitated, knowing 
this kiss was the signature of closure. I didn't want that! 

I said, "Baby, I...I don't want to lose you." Chante' held my face and 
looked deep into my eyes and said, "You only say this now because I'm leaving 
but if I stay things won't change. Nadir, do you really believe that I could 
give my mind, body and ever loving soul to a man so in love with POETRY that 
I feel like a jealous bitch? We don't make love like we used to. You don't 
even take me out anymore! I just wanted to be a part of your life. How can 
I ever compete with Mental Epiphany? I feel like I've stolen you from someone 
Nadir, and I blame myself..." 

Yes, it's true. I became very infatuated with POETRY, my first true love, 
the woman I was reunited with on the street that day. I was also too blind 
to see how this affair was affecting my relationship with Chante'. I guess I 
was just enjoying Poetry's company too much. 

Chante' leaned forward again and when she slowed to kiss my numb lips I 
caught a whiff of her soft perfume. She was so sweet. When our lips touched 
a surge of passion took over my body. It forced me grab Chante' tightly 
around her waist. She felt the impulse too and wrapped her pinned arms 
around as far as she could. We kissed as if we were playing a scene where a 
soldier boards a military vehicle for War and says his last good-byes to his 
wife. It was very emotional. At this time I really believed she would 
return to me so I could wipe those tears, just like all the other times. I 
was a fool. 

As we delicately pulled our lips apart the only thing connecting us was a 
sweet string of saliva. We stood there breathing, wanting to say so many 
loving things but remained silent. We were trying to stay close enough to 
keep this string of saliva in tact, knowing that once it broke, she was gone. 
And it broke...

I really didn't want to lose Chante' but it may have been for the best. It 
seemed her mind was made and as I watched her devilishly sexy frame fade from 
the horizon of my mind I almost felt a relief. I just wanted to spend more 
time with Poetry and then when Chante came back, we would be able to thrive 
together. Maybe I could've taught her how to tap into its powerful high, a 
high more intense than that of an orgasm caused by pain. This addiction that 
I had sold to her by way of Fate. 

The pain and the irresistible sweet seduction that we sexually manipulated 
had linked into a part of my brain that was closed off and forgotten. You 
see, I was the one who had the writer's block, not God. POETRY and I weren't 
on the same level back then. I was young; I didn't know how to express 
myself to "Her." The frustration of not being able to write and release my 
stress caused me to look elsewhere for content. 

Sadly, I'll never be the same without Chante; she was the reason I had found 
POETRY again. I wish I could thank her for that. It's crazy how our 
beautiful make-up to break-up relationship ended once God's will was done. I 
swear, I would've given Chante' my everlasting soul to do with as she 
pleased, but I may never again have that chance. I was too caught up with 
someone else, or should I say "something else." Sometimes I wish it had been 
the other way around. 

POETRY and I had never kissed good-bye...and we never will. I just wish 
Chante' and I could've done the same. All that I have left to remind me of 
her is a few pictures, her high school track medals and that glittery shirt 
that she accidentally stole from the department store. My heart was a lot 
like that shirt, colourful and glittery, and I don't think Chante' realized 
that she had accidentally stolen a large piece of my heart with her, forever. 

Every week, I write a poem about me and Chante' getting back together. Yet, 
I'm afraid that even if we did work things out, it could never be the same. 
Chante' probably feels that she's been through so much pain that the only way 
she would even allow me back in her life was if the past could be completely 
erased from the Book Of Life. I just wish we could've had another chance. 
Love ain't that good to me though. Damn, we should've NEVER kissed goodbye...

(I haven't talked to Chante' since...)

Copyright © Nadir Hunter

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To order Deardria's books or for more information, visit her website at:

www.booksbyateway.net.