Indulge me
Your pulchritude lingers in my mind's eye like an aroma of memory recited by my hippocampus.
I have seen her star in the east.
I come to worship her.
Fairest Amongst Thousands Altogether Lovely.
If my eyes could be bewitched... you've enchanted my vision. The veil has been lifted and I can now see the light. Attracted to your light; I am. Not like a moth to a flame but like sunflowers to the sun. I have been raised towards you.
Like raised pores on the dermis of my skin...so I rise in attention to you. To see you in full blossom. So you rose. So I rise. Uplifting me. The fruit of your bloom...like a tree of Eden. Your curves speak to the encoded helix within me that is soul...spiraling
It's like... when I speak in my mind I don't move my mouth yet I spoke, and I hear myself speak...Without physically using my mouth or ears. This body didn't do it. Yet I do it. I'm just the physical expression of an idea. Before I had the privilege to admire and revere your physicality in its natural state I felt this. Whatever is inside this body is stirred by whatever is in your body.
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