My skin is pale. My bed is empty. My heart is breaking. I am half of whole until he is with me. I need to have his lips encasing mine. To hear his rapid breath in my ears. I want to see the dark of his skin contrasting to mine. Is it wrong to get excited when I think of black arms wrapping around a white body? When I remember seeing dark skin between white breasts? When the thought of his thick lips kissing mine makes my heart tremor? What attracted me to him first? His eyes or his exoticism? Do I crave him because he is dark to my milk? Will this fade? How do I keep that from happening? I think I love this black man of mine.