I still remember the day she kissed me and disappeared. I still feel her lips burning their way through mine. I remember the texture of her silk skin, touching me all over, places I didn't expect could be so exciting. She brushed her fingers along the skin on my back, a touch lighter than feather, and yet, I arched my body as if she'd touched a place secret to the world. The second I'd reached to hold her closer, she was gone. She'd dissipated like the wind, in a split second she'd been blown away.
To this day, four years later, I still wonder where she went. I hardly remember anything outside of her luxurious ebony skin. I see it everywhere still, and yet every shade seems dull, drab, damp, in comparison to hers. But how could I forget her eyes, such a bright, vibrant, green, too effervescent to be false.