The Pretty One

I'm a white dude, she's a black woman. We have known each other since we were children, and as I caressed her soft dark chocolate skin, my childhood friend turned to me and said the following; "You are like a brother to me, this can't continue happening." "Are you saying," I asked, "not to make love to you like a black man?" "Not that kind of 'brother," she smirked, "you gorgeous moron." She is beauty with brains, I'm just the pretty one. I know when my looks go, I'm doomed, done.