one day a guy will write this about me.

i heard a whisper in my ear and turned too slowly.
only fast enough to sense that someone was once there.
she was five steps away but three steps to fast and my motions were a tad too slow.
and thus i missed her.
i missed what could have been an eternity of bliss between she and me.
i missed her breath smooth like the oil of a rose petal that has just fallen.
i missed her touch that would have created an adrenaline rush comparable to that of a gladiator right before he is about to slay the lion and become a hero.. a touch that would have been firm and yet delightful, a touch that would surpass any sensation i had ever experienced upon my brown skin.
if i had not turned ever so slowly i would have been greeted by the epitome of radiance. through her mahogany skin the sun would have shone and been a ray short of blinding my eyes.
her smile alone would have caused me to breathe 12 hail mary's and 16 hallelujahs and yet cause me to still continue thinking that i had not thanked the good lord enough.
upon our meeting we would have immediately connected, like two fresh magnets finally finding their matches, and our bodies would connect , her curves nestling in between mine.
the way in which we slipped into place, one would think she was the mold that originally shaped me.
my angel, why did i come so short of meeting you?
was it because my sins have outweighed the good?
was it because my life has not been hard enough to finally gain ease?
or was it because , just as you pursed your lips to whisper me a secret, someone did the same to you?


ps. i am not a lesbian. haha