No Mistakes
God don’t make no mistakes.
The blue waves washed upon the tan-brown sand taking away the footprints and the sand images that were. The sunset, the horizon as it marries the sea had that pinkish yellow haze that I never quite understood. There was a feeling of bliss, an internal happiness I longed so much for. Maybe I finally found it. Her dark skin glistened so brightly as she laid back on that warm sandy beach. Her luscious black box braids wet from the salty water but she had no cares. She was up and I gazed upon her as she swung those voluptuous hips. Then with her full lips, warm brown eyes, and that round nose I always liked she said, "What's on your mind?"
I simply told her ,