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together drunk and giggling in each other arms. Memories of going to a dozen different movies, plays, art openings, poetry readings, or making love in a dozen exotic places, in a dozen exotic ways, and I realize that I do love her.  That’s fucked up.  That’s real fucked up.  ‘Cause there’s no way I can keep my eyes open much longer.
    “Yes I love you, Lynn.”
    “Will you love me forever?”
    Unwilling to get into a discussion of loves’ ephemeral nature, I reply instead with a kiss. I kiss her with the same hungry eager passion I bring to every experience in this timeless continuum where each moment is murdered as it is conceived.  Our lips touch, and I send out my tongue in search of hers, to coax it, warm and slippery, into my mouth.  I reel and sway in rapture as I nip at her lips and suckle her tongue.  I want to devour her; to posses her forever as an intimate part of me, but I know that cannibalism is not the answer.  I’d only wake up in jail the next time I blinked and the cycle would continue, only this time with an endless series of big hairy convicts.  Not at all a pleasant thought.
    When we separate from our embrace, she brushes against my cheek with hers. Bringing her lips to my earlobe, she whispers softly ...too softly!
    “I’ll love you always,” she says, “We’re going to have a wonderful life together.” Her voice has changed.
    It is no longer Lynn.
    I realize that in my ecstasy I have closed my eyes. I find myself not wanting to open them.  Not ever again.  But the heat of the body pressed against me is doing a number on my physical resolve, and a stubborn curiosity, originating from somewhere between my legs, begins to force my eyes open.  A single tear drops from each eye and washes away the filmy residue that had built up on them, but unfortunately, fails to wash away the taste of Lynn’s lips against mine, or the rosewood scent of her perfume.
    The woman in my arms, with her face inches from mine, is black.  Not caramel, or cappuccino, but gunmetal black, with long dreads decorated with seashells and little silver ornaments.  Her breasts are small and unremarkable, but as I run my hands over her body, I find an ass the size of two of Lynn’s, that sits up high on her back and jiggles pleasantly when I rub it.  Her arms and shoulders are hard and muscular, and her thighs are likewise carved of some unyielding black stone. She is obviously some type of athlete.
    “I’ll love you forever” she whispers in a lush, smoky voice.  She grinds her wetness against my manhood, causing it to leap to life and swell almost painfully erect.  Before I can really get a good look at her, she disappears beneath the covers.  As her lips caress my body, I notice that I’ve been working out in the time between Lynn and...Uh...um...Alicia. Yes. What a lovely name. My body is now ripped with muscle and her kisses fall expertly upon them. I lie back and enjoy, as she descends down my body with her mouth and tongue teasing tingles from my flesh. Soon it is over. Still shaking from a powerful orgasm, I wait for her to rise from beneath the covers. When her face reaches mine, it is no longer Alicia.
    This face I have seen before; not in my memories or dreams, but here in this room, in this bed. We had loved each other, and I had blinked, and she was gone, like the others, but now...she’s back. As if the rotation of the earth had carried her away from me and then right back again, like some twisted carousel ride, a demented merry-go-round with horses going in opposite directions that meet every so often for the briefest of moments. Somehow I have to stop the ride right here, with Shana in my arms. I can’t deal with the idea of losing her again.
    “I love you, Shana. God, I love you! You have no idea what I’ve been going through without you!”
    She smiles at me, rather perplexed and amused.
     “Nigga, what you trippin’ on?”
    I just look at her, smiling through tears.
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