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"Sun burnt" "Black Attack" "Darkie" "Pitch" "Tar" I remembered the words they called me as my husband oiled my melanin skin, glistening in the light, matching the stars. His hands tracing over my body, sparkle in his eyes almost as if he was mesmorized while he hummed a soft tune. "You're so perfect Luna, I swear i don't deserve you", He cooed, his eyes never leaving my body. A smile found its way on my face as we sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the moment. If younger me had a glance at me now she would scoff, 'Married to a white man? Christ, black people are supposed to be together' Why would I want to be with a race that hated me from my very conception? I'm good right here. • Luna Smith is married to successful software programmer, Donovan Smith. After a two years of a loving marriage things suddenly took a odd turn when Donovan hired a local Gardener to help tends to his wife's humongous backyard garden. Hidden glances are shared. Bonds are made. Hearts are shattered. Will Don and Luna's love last? Or will the whispers of society creep through their window, disturbing their peace? • All rights reserved ©️ Yellow_ink_ °~°
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