Sexy
Brothaman Contest for A Love of My Own
Daphane
Ignont's essay on runner-up Dwayne Hinton
It is like the crisp fall
morning sun meeting you as you begin your day. It is like sipping
hot chocolate on a cold Winter's night. It is like the smell of
fresh flowers dripping with the morning dew. It is like eating a
summer peach, plump in size, apricot in color and filled with luscious
juices as your teeth penetrate the soft skin. The juice overwhelms
your mouth, like the oil from the wax of a candle. Do you see him?
Dwayne is bright like shining sun, warm like a winter's night and
his hugs are like the feeling of seeing your best friend in the
airport after 20 years of only pen to paper contact.
What is sexy is his relationship
with my children, his godchildren. Fondly, called pumpkin by my
children--the relationship with them together is joy. When my children
spend time with Dwayne, their eyes sparkle like a child entering
the family room on Christmas day. Having the comfort that my children
are safe when he picks them up from school. Being gentle with my
daughter, yet firm with my son.
To hear my
son say "Mom, I gotta wear a tee shirt unda my shirt."
"Why,"I ask.
"Cause pumpkin wears one."
That's sexy to me.
As I face the unknown of
the seasons changing, I plant a seed, watch it grow, and welcome
the newness of each day with my sexy brothaman, Dwayne.
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