Rhonda R. Dennis

“Give me this one night, Em, please.Let me feel the softness of your skin.Let me taste the sweetness of your flesh.Let me feel your warmth.”

“You’re a sick son of a bitch. I’m your judge and jury. I find you guilty as charged and the sentence is death, mother fucker!”

“I haven’t heard you laugh like that in quite a while. I was glad to hear it. I’m tired of seeing you in pain.” he said. “I’m going to do my best to keep you from ever hurting again. That’s a promise,” he said, softly.I believed him. I leaned over to give him a kiss.“I love you,” he said once we’d separated. “Now let’s go home.”

“The first time I saw you, I wanted you. To me, you are perfect in every way. It physically hurts to be next to you and not be able to touch you. I think we could have something special if you gave it a chance.”

“My heart yearned for the sleepy, little town of Green Bayou, the place I was born and raised.”