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.