As I walked closer towards him I felt a little less sober
with each step falling over feeling less confident than before.
Quickeining my pace only caused my knees to shake and heart to race:
I begin rehearsing in my mind all the things I wanted to say
from the first day I saw him with her:
The way in which he loved her with his hands and with his eyes
with his lips and with his smile.
Could he love me the same way and say the same things
and not love me just between my thighs?
Could he love me in spite of heart sold and mind?
My body ached, ached to be touched by him:
engulfed by his flames I yearned to be his belonging just to him,
cherished only by him.
For in him I saw all the things I needed a man to be, both gentle and
strong, so how can this feeling be so wrong?
So with my hands on my hips I whispered softly in his ear
my indescent proposal despite my fears.
I was blown away by in which the words she spoke
She asked me if I could treat her like a beatiful black queen
and do all the things in between and how she had seen me and
thought that I was unique and how she and I could be a perfect fit
and to my puzzle shew would be the missing piece:
How she could make me happy and be the mother of my child
and how she could make it all worth my while:
If I were to give her the chance she would be more than just my wife
but also my lover and my friend:
But what she failed to understand was that I could not be her virtous man
a virtous man both gentle and strong for I am in love with another
woman to whom I already belonged.