A masterpiece, pure beauty, a pulchritude and blinding sight to behold.
So dear to me, so captivating, your hair ever so alluring. Waves of strands of keratin running along your scalp with the most absolute grace, with an enchanting colour of golden tea.
Oh, if only you knew how easy it is to get lost in the purity of the magnificence that is your hair, complementing your eyes ever so perfectly.
Your optic orbs, pools of honey dripping from the graceful celestial skies, brown irises with the most elegant of patterns contained in a miniature circumference of wonder,
centred by an alluring pupil that provides a spiritual window into the most cleansed of souls to ever bless this villainous earth.
Between those gracious orbits is found a delightful vomer bone surrounded by an arched nose whose natural attractivity the best of sculptors would cease to replicate,
this sculpture is connected to a beautiful philtrum that serves as a Royal Road to your delicious lips. Oh, those lips, oh, how they make me avid and excite my appetite.
The coherency and smoothness of their quiddative and alluring nature.
How I'd love to embrace the inners that they hide, the awe-inspiring treasure that lies behind them; and your neck, oh your neck, it leaves me speechless.
I find myself lying in awe and at a loss of words before the voluptuous radiation that leaves your neck with an aroma of mesmerising pheromones and scents.
Oh, and how I'd love to bury my face into your chest, feeling your pectorals against me as your arms wrap around me. Your whole body is a temple, indescribable and supreme.
You are amazing, generous, kind, every virtue has found its place inside you.
I love you.