There Once was a Dancer

There once was a dancer. The moment I saw his golden, oiled skin, kohl lined, dark eyes, and chocolate brown curls, I knew he just might be the man of my dreams. After only one kiss, I knew he could be the center of my world, but something stopped me from trying to make him mine. Perhaps it was his youth or innocence, though everyone else missed the real beauty which lay just beneath the surface.

There once was a warrior. The moment I saw his powerful body sauntering toward the cage where I danced, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. It was the way he moved, the sexy, blue eyes which looked right into my soul. I saw him for what he was…a kind, decent man who could be mine if he would only let it be so.

There once was an awful day where we were ripped apart, our bodies no longer entwined but separated by cruel fate. I knew only suffering after that and the loss of so many possibilities.

There once was a future for us, happiness on the horizon. But now, things seemed impossible. I was in hiding, and he was far away, recovering from what they did to him.

There once were possibilities…love, hope, and happiness.

And God willing, we’ll someday be together again.