In your embrace, I wept, as I beheld your face.
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My soul holds onto you as if I need you to breathe.
Strands of hair and gold earrings in pillowcases,
Your aura refuses to leave. -
Silver rivers flow gracefully over skin that shimmers in its beauty. In her nakedness she dances; an evening dress from the past invokes memories. In a silk black robe she drinks her morning coffee; in her aura, their is a subtle sensuality. Plum colored pedicures are a favorite pastime; maybe next time she’ll get a multicolored design. She is young at heart and it shows in her glow; young men pursue her and she is certainty flattered. Men of her own age, try to appeal to her intellect while holding lustful desires. Her favorite attire are, short sundresses and wedge heels in the summer, and tweed dresses, scarves, and leather high heel boots in the winter.
Her makeup compliments her wonderfully; her lips—the gloss and sweetness of honey. She never answers questions directly about her age, but instead, allows the inquirer to guess three times, then contemplate. There is an ethereal nature about her that is calming; she is well versed in matters of sensuality and pleasure, as well as politics, current events, medicine, and academia. She is able to mingle easily with members of high society, as well as rough personalities in the city. In her maturity she ages wondrously. Sitting on a French day bed with her legs crossed gracefully, she looks into an oval mirror with gold trim and brushes her hair.
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When you kiss me, you release my desolate spirit into ethereal transcendence. The light in you, is the beauty of your radiance. Your lips are as sweet as Diamante strawberries, freshly picked, and steeped in flowing chocolate rivers. An angel shimmers under the glory of heavenly light; in the turning of your head, I see the brightness of the diamonds in your eyes. You move me to emotion because I have witnessed the depths of your cries. I love you; If I was blind, still, I would see you clearly with no eyes. The peace of your aura is like a quiet stream, gracefully flowing under a full moon and clear skies. I can run to no one else but you; In the embrace of your breasts I am intoxicated by the scent of your perfume. The length of your curls are like heavenly waterfalls flowing infinitely, with no beginning, and with no ending. The tone of your skin, is like a variation of beautiful colors, infinitely blending.
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Every time you walk away you take a piece of me;
I try to find myself on the battlefield of lost love.
In piles of debris, you leave me scattered. -
I took the parts of you that they so quickly discarded and that no one wanted, and held them, and kissed them, and nurtured them, and loved them, and washed them, and polished them; and until I wept, extended my arms with open hands under the light of heaven—and when I drew my arms back in, I looked, and discovered that all along, I had been holding precious diamonds.
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In my mind, you wear a crown of seven stars,
A one-shoulder silk ultramarine blue dress,
a floral designed gold necklace, heels—
And an ankle bracelet, and you are mine.In my mind, we communicate with each other
Passionately, in devotion divine.In my mind, we transcend earth’s gravity
And make impassioned love in the skies.In my mind, I say, mi amor, how was your day?
And you say lovingly, honey, it was fine.You walk past me, and I turn my head,
So you don’t see the not so subtle longing
In my eyes.In my mind, emerald rain falls on you and I,
And I profess my love to you through my speech,
And through the tears of joy that I cry.In my mind, you are immersed in warm honey,
In a white marble bathtub—
Wearing diamond chandelier earrings
And a diamond stud nose ring,
In the most beautiful garden,
Under the shade of cherry blossom trees
That are gorgeous in their flowering.You walk past me again;
In my heart, soul, and mind—
I love you, without you even knowing. -
You have power over your mind—not outside events. Realize this,
and you will find strength.
—Marcus Aurelius
