King Me

He kissed like the golden hardware against the thick leather grips on my wrist. Like how Mr. Grey slathered his virgin in 50 Shades. Like that shit my father warned me to stay away from. And Papi, I love...

Alluring

I arrived 11 minutes unfashionably late. He was punctual. My hair? A curly mess. Wearing blue suede pumps and already out of breath from the day’s itinerary, I realized that the sight of him winded me. He...

Harlem

What happens to a dream deferred?      Does it dry up       like a raisin in the sun?       Or fester like a sore—       And then run?       Does it stink like rotten...