THE JORNAL OF A VIRGIN BOY by Genesis Williams

The reflection of light in her eyes are like tiny stars in the cold night, she giggles and smiles at me, her florescent white teeth are like sunrise, Nay... Like the grace of God. She grace me with a kiss on my lips... Wet... Warm it felt just right, taste like like a forbidden fruit from the gardens of Eden. Am sunk into paradise nor perdition, I take a deep breath, she smells like what angels should smell like, her skin glows like polished metal made from glass, My core temperature rises, am in. Like an asthmatic patient, I find myself gasping for oxygen, the beating from my heart is that of an African festivals drum. This momentum feels like a running train with no brakes... Wait... Something is coming, no, wait stop!... Huh? For 3 seconds it felt like the universe stopped, for 3 seconds I saw the face of God, for 3 seconds... Explaining what happened in that 3 seconds is futile. Our bodies tangled like cables am in heaven basked in our holy sin.