1960's, Bayou Lousiana. Times are different. We have a lot of trees, that of Cypress, maple and Tupelo. Not to mention a lot of swamps, and alligators in them. I lived in the town and so forth experienced growing up. As I got older, I experienced life for what it was and it wasn't until. That I got into womanhood that I engulfed myself with my friends and we hung out and always had fun. Dressed in our best dress, smoked our cigarettes, and flirted with and met different men. It wasn't, until then that under and forbidden circumstance did I and we meet two men. But, mainly, I met one. We could see, they had money and had come from and must have been to the our side of town. One in particular was very handsome, though they both were. Least, I was not interested. It was law. So, I left. Little did, I know, he had followed me, and brought me to his place. He asked and demanded of me, in which I could not give.
This man was no man at all. He was not mortal. God knows what he was. He called me Human, when to me, he looked like a damn one himself. All I know, was I was his obsession, his desire. He must have been mistaken, I wasn't going to give him nothing.
What the fuck do you want?"I asked.
"Get dressed we're going out"he says.
"Hell nah, I ain't going no where"I say going back to my room. All I want to do is sleep and I won't let anybody stop me.
I feel a muscular hand snake around my waist pulling me out of my room.
"I can't fall asleep so you can't sleep too!" He says forcefully.
"I hate you!" I scream.
"No you don't, you adore me" he chuckles
"Keep dreaming boy"
I wanted him to let go of me, not because I didn't like it but because his touch, was driving me insane. It felt great and I can't afford to fall for him, I mean look at him who wouldn't fall for that handsome face and crazy person but that was problem. I'm not his type.
He turned me around and this time I was facing him, our eyes met and I couldn't deny it, it felt great to be in his arms. His eyes lowered and fell on my lips. Before I could even say my name, he kisses me. My eyes widened in shocked but I gave in and wrapped my arms around his neck, closing my eyes.
God damn!his lips are soft.
It was slow and gentle, his hands moved to my face as he increased the pace. My hands moved to his soft black hair.
God! I've always wanted to touch it
I let out a moan and he slipped his tongue in making the kiss hotter. It was the best feeling on earth.
We both pulled away at the same time, panting.
Damon and Scarlet, two different people brought together by fate but separated by life. Will they find each other again and just live with the memories of what that had??