A Love Song for Bethany

The Dean of Students introduced the speaker of the hour, a young clean cut minister in khakis that should have been pressed and a striped shirt from Wal-Mart. He took the podium and asked us to join hands in prayer. This instruction was hard to follow since I was sitting in a row by myself. Without turning the young lady in front of me stretched out her hand. I took it. Her hand was soft and feminine; nails manicured to perfection with French tips. Though the preacher called for us to pray for the sick and unsaved my thoughts were solely on this girl; what did she look like? what was her name? Her hair was black and shiny. I thought she might be Asian but her skin was porcelain white not olive or tan. She had curves in all the right places. I love curves on women. Her butt was perfect. This girl had to be a dancer or an athlete or just someone who worked out harder than most. I tried to steal a peak at her face but it was covered by her stylized short hair as she bowed in prayer. Frequently I could make out a delicate chin and then a tiny turned up nose. I had to see her face. I couldn’t wait for the Amen. Note to the Reader please don’t be shocked, people do think like this in church. The ‘amen’ finally arrived. She kept her head bowed and eyes shut as if asking one last prayer. She whispered an ‘amen,’ opened her eyes and turned to me. Our eyes meant and I knew a new chapter of my life was about to be written. “God bless you,” the blue eyed beauty whispered in a soft sultry voice. Her eyes hit me with a piercing look that said more then words. Her face was perfect, more than I could imagine; porcelain skin, jet black hair, deep expressive blue eyes that sang and full lips that came to a pout forming the shape of a kissable heart. It was like God took all the beauty He could form and created her face. “God bless you too,” I replied. I’m glad that came out. Otherwise I would have stood speechless gaping at her beauty. She kept my hand in hers as we stood transfixed by each other. From a distance I could hear the preacher calling for all to take their seats. Her friend bumped her shoulder and whispered into her ear. Slowly she released my hand turned and shimmied into her seat sharing a hushed word with her friends. Her back was to me but the magnetic attraction still lingered. What just happened??????????