She slowly grabs Malik's hand with both of her own.
Her thumbs rubbing his wrist.
Her hands were so soft.
She brings his hand up to her cheek.
Damn near close to her pretty thick cherry lips.
She closes her eyes for quite a second then looks up at him.
She puts my hand in front of Malik
And shows him the back of his hand
"See?" She asked him, giving him a soft smile.
"Not really a shade of me, but you're close" She giggles "This..."
She was now reaching in her purse
She pulls out a white crayon "Right here" The crayon was right in front of him
"This is them" He was now looking into those big dreamy eyes
She puts her crayon on the swing and stands on the tip of her toes. her fingertips were now on his hair
"Your hair" She was now whispering
"Like mine" Malik look at her smile as her hands slowly move to his well structured jaw
"You...You're a black man. A beautiful one too" Her hands against his chest now. Malik's heart beating fast.
"Now, I must go" She grabs the crayon off the swing and puts it in his hand
"You do some thinking"
She walks away
"What's your name, Miss?"
She stops and turns around, the fall wind blowing her hair
"Sandra May"
