Tainted Love

I was fourteen when I fell in love with deep dark sepia eyes and chocolate skin.

See what amazed me most about him was the way he commanded your attention without saying a word.

Dangerous was one word to describe the feelings he elicited in me, things that a girl my age at the time, should not be feeling.

I remember how my body would react with just one look from him and how my nipples would rise as if he had caressed them and how I would throb in places I would rather not mention.

The first time alone with love I felt giddy, like this is it, I could really be with him and he can stop the tortured nights I was having with dreams of situations that once again a fourteen year old should not know about.

Nothing of course came of that predicament because although I was young the prospect of carrying his seed was far more scary than the pain of losing my virginity.

A smarter girl would have never put herself in that situation in the first place but thank the lord for no protection and a baby scaring him more than me.

But the dreams of him spreading my thighs and showing me love between woman and man was not when I fell for love, it was the walk from his house to our destination.

His flow sucked me in like his mouth was attached to my lips and his wisdom beyond years his own made my heart flutter and as our tongues twisted together in a play of words a warmth crossed my soul.

I thought his looks were what I wanted but he made me see that his mind was far more valuable and I never wanted that night to end but...

Eventually love walked away with the cheerleader because although our minds made love that night he respected my body far more and just before love walked away he kissed my hand and bid me farewell and walked over to his least respected prize.

The first time I fell in love with deep dark sepia eyes and chocolate skin I was fourteen years old and it was the first time my heart was broken.