Cotton

Do you know what a forbidden fruit is? A man is like a forbidden fruit. His skin like cotton. His chocolate hair. He is 16 years older than me. My dad saids Adair is forbidden. I am 22 years old. I have licorice skin and auburn hair. I am a poet. I work as an insurance agent part time. I am Nadie. My office is in Manhattan. I live in a condo in Queens. Adair is a man I have an affair with. I met him at a cafe in Manhattan on a Friday evening. He saids he is a director. He is Iraqi and French. I am Bactrian and Dai. The tall man talks to me. He buys me a cup of Teavana Passion Ice Tea. The rain is falling. I am at Adair's luxury condo in Manhattan. He is handsome. You have to see him in the cloudy sun light. We are on his King bed kissing. Navy satin sheets. He makes me dinner after an hour of kissing. He makes me French Onion soup and bread. "You are my candy rain" Adair saids. "Thank you" I say. It is April of 2005 AD. I am in my office on a Thursday afternoon. A fat old woman in a light blue dress comes to buy health insurance. She sits down. I talk to her. The sun is shining. I am at the beach on Long Island. His beach mansion is near the ocean. I am wearing a maroon monokini. My auburn hair is long. I am swimming in the ocean. Adair is swimming. Adair is in the hospial. He got into a car accident. It is a Saturday evening in July. He eats his dinner. It is December of 2005. I am in my condo in Queens. I read in the newspaper that Adair marrys an actress. She is Indian and about his age. She is from Mumbai. I broke up with Adair last month. My mom found out about him and saids that my dad thinks he is too old for me.

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