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This is an account, of an all too brief time in my life. My name is Karan A. Carter. When I was between the ages of sixteen and nineteen, I was involved in a relationship with my International History Teacher. It had lasted for a period of three years. To read the rest of this story click here.

I saw her for the first time when she walked pass me in the cafeteria. That was two days ago. Now she stood in front of me in the locker room of the swimming pool. Two hours earlier she had walked in, said hi, striped down to her birthday suit and put on a black and white one-piece. Then went for her swim. I came out five minutes behind of her. Two hours later when I heard her say to one of her friends that she was leaving in five minutes, I made a point of getting out of the pool and into the locker room two minutes before her. Now here we are again. Me trying to look at her without looking like I'm looking at her, and she's once again naked and drying herself off with a green towel. She was so good looking I almost felt like I had no right to look at her, much less like her. She had C-cup breasts that had big quarter shaped nipples. She had light brown hair that reached her soft round butt. She turned towards me and placed a leg up on the bench to dry in there. Ahh! She had h...

Storm The clouds left the sky, And to earth they came. They visited us with rain, And a cold darkness. I saw the curtain of black hair that fell from the sky, And I felt saltless tears as they fell on my face. I heard the wailing of a widow, Who shared her grief with me. We both felt cold, We both felt alone.

Natural Resource My hand touched this piece of earth. It's shinning color dyed my hands. My hands moved and recreated. My fingers formed lines and curves. Sweat slid from my chin, And collided with hands that now belonged to a goddess. It slid to what has changed. From what was taken from it's mother, To scarring it's capture, To what lies before us in its new shape. It's improved form. It's restricted image. It's forced compliance to the rules of humans.

What's My Deal? That would be black love. Wild, Involving, Demanding, Giving, bed shaking, bone rattling, possessive, sweet, salted, musty, Explosive, Lingering, Warm, And ready to do it again.

February 14th A week away today, I wondered about the ships. Today there is one. I saw it from the hill. It's shimmering presence, Was reflected in the dark water by its side. I knew that lovers would come, They had to. A small island, Beautiful and green, And hinted with heat. They would find each other's embrace, And look up at the full moon that possessed the sky. Their bare feet rested on the cold sand, As they heard the surf. It was not that far away, As it defied the commands of Persideon, To kiss the toes of land. Parts of a song drifted towards them, "I love you, I love you, I do." I focused my eyes, And saw it, As it slowly slipped out of port.

An End to it All He stares up at the night sky. He sees one star, Then two, Then they become one again. As, and where his head moved They would follow. He laid across a ring, That floated in a pool, His pool. His wife learned how to swim in this pool. He wanted to cry, He laughed until his sides ached. They had wanted to have children. How many times had he seen himself cradling his month old daughter? Or seen his son at the age of seven, Calling to him to see him dive into the pool? But for some reason they never had. He found out why a month ago. She was on the pill, She used a diaphragm, She made love with someone else. It fell from his hand, Floated, Then slowly sank. The light hung on to its metallic point, As it met the tiled bottom. He was a coward. He knew that he was a coward. He wanted to leave feeling good. His eyes grew heavy with sleep, But he knew that it was not sleep that bid him come. As he saw his eye lashes close down, He heard pounding on his door. He heard the shou...