December Sunday service after Christmas, I stood by the foyer talking to one of my band members like we usually do. There she was, standing there, doing her own thing. They say starring is rude but I couldn't do different, all I could do was stare. She captured me without saying a word, without handing gestures, just her being captured me. I had no choice but to admire how attractive she was. Slim, dark, beautiful, she stood there. Her clothes defined the sillouet of her body. Defining every edge, curve and the lean essence of her vessel. She drew me in. I couldn't resist her, I didn't want to, I didn't try to, I allowed her.
Little did I know that she looked back, wondering why this girl is looking at her. Why is she invading her space with her sharp glare? I allowed myslef to stop looking because who would be attracted to an ugly Betty with personality issues and a sexuality described as selfish?
She didn't, she saw beauty unimaginable, a lady she could possible spend the remaining years of her life with. If only she knew why she was getting herself into.
