Kadia Wright, Contributor

He takes her hand and pulls her toward him. He touches her cheek ever so gently and looks at her with longing eyes. She looks up at him and his mouth immediately captures hers in a wildly passionate kiss.

She tries to push him away, but he pulls her into him and she gives up her fight. How can she fight this man she loves so much? How can she run away from his warm embrace? "I want you," he says. "I want you more," she replies.

She locks the bedroom door and he pushes her onto the vanity table. Kissing him, she locks her legs around him and pulls his body into hers. "You are so sexy!" he growls and she thinks to herself how much she yearns for him in every way. She wants to love him with every fibre of her being. She wants to give him all of her. Yet she cannot, for fear that the love she'd give could never be returned. Her head is swimming with so many thoughts, countless questions go unanswered, but her heart enlarges three times its normal size when he smiles at her. She didn't know what 'weak in the knees' meant until she loved this man. The thing is, he renders every muscle in her body useless.

Lifting her, he carries her to the bed and lays her down. Before she knows it, they're both naked. And despite the rational warnings in her head against their actions, their passion is too much and once again, the heart wins. Soon, they're cuddled up to each other and he's telling her how much his love grows for her each day. And it isn't enough for his presence to make her heart swell, but he has to say these things to make her blood pressure rise as well, she thinks to herself.

Drawing little circles on his skin, she bites him softly on his shoulder. Looking into her eyes, he smiles and says, "I love you." With her head and her heart still in a tug-of-war, she returns his gaze and says, "I love you too, baby." Holding her close, he asks, "What am I going to do? Where are we going?" "You tell me," she replies. Leaning into him, she sighs and holds him tighter. Having him with her makes her heart light and her world brighter. Her needs for him are beyond carnal - her soul needs him. Her 'soul lover', she calls him. With her head and her heart still battling, passionate entangling resumes.

His cellphone rings. He looks at it, then turns it off. She doesn't want to think about it. She wants to remain oblivious as to who was calling. Kissing and groping each other in a frenzy, he suddenly stops her, telling her that she doesn't know what she's doing to him. She ignores his request and continues to wreak havoc on his senses. He grabs her fiercely this time. Her heart breaking, she tries to move away from him but he holds her in place. "I didn't say you should go," he says. "But you have to," she responds. He pulls her toward him to hug her and though she normally would, she doesn't struggle. She raises herself, he puts his clothes on, kisses her, repeats, "I love you," and then leaves. Now, she's left alone. She doesn't know how to feel anymore. In the beginning, she used to feel sad. Then her sorrow progressed into anger. Now, most days, she's indifferent to it all.

She bites into the apple strudel she's been craving. It tastes so good! Her tastebuds literally explode! It's one of her 'soul foods'. Anything that comforts her, that makes her world better, she refers to as touching her soul. She considers herself cursed - she has her soul family, soul food, soul music, soul friends, but the one thing she always needs to be with her can never stay. Unlike the other comforts for her soul, her soul lover can never always be there. She takes another bite of this 'soul food', knowing that it's going to cause pimples to break out on her skin. She smiles when she thinks to herself that the sweetest pleasures of life are the ones we shouldn't have. No good can come from our indulgence - the lesson we should have learned from Eve with her forbidden fruit.