My skin wrinkled from her presence.
Like a first grade teacher leading her student,
she carefully whispers her desires in my mouth.
This light tan-skinned graduate student
with her girlish waist line and curvy
figure remained in my office…after class.
I envisioned her body’s silhouette
through her familiar yellow dress.
I chewed the buttons off of it
often while laying beside my wife.
I, a tenured professor.
She, a twenty-five year-old
Dominican of mixed marriage heritage…
a stunning light complexion.
The skin color in which a Black
man receives the best of both worlds.
A Black woman in a White woman’s skin.
Sitting in my office chair,
I could see the sounds from
her faintly colored lips.
Braless, tall and slim
her dress revealed
My stomach groaned
as if I hadn’t eaten.
The warm day created
a perspiration that lay atop
my lip. As the scent of her
Euphoria perfume flooded my nostrils,
I grabbed my mouth
as if not to scream publicly.
She led me to stand from my chair.
Just as a boy anticipating his first kiss,
I weakened when butterflies came.
I glared at the mirror on my office wall.
A middle-age man afraid –
frightened to grabbed the
small waist and thrust
my body into hers.
As an impatient grade school
student waiting on her teacher’s
star, she insisted my fears go away.
Noticing my struggle for speech
she placed her index finger on my
closed lips. I tasted her finger
through my lips… her hand…
It felt as if my skin was ablaze as
I squeezed her breasts through my
fingers and teeth…
Devouring every scent
that occupied her body.
Soon the look on my face
matched my body’s contortions.
I yelled so loudly in my mouth
that my eyes lost vision.
I will never stay after school again.