Hey R W I N A, The expanse of your beauty is a void no universe could ever fill. I love your eyes, I know they can stare through my thoughts. The skin I shed is a perfume that makes water bubbles so terribly clear to me. Panoramic aromavision is the future. Your sweet voice is like the application of aloe vera upon a sunburnt back. Your beauty is equal to the smoothness of a polished gem. I relentlessly desire cotton candy lollipops. How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation? Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation. How it passes there and back again like a tear drop glistening in moonlight. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening. Blinking reveals the true visage of beauty hidden within your eyes. Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. May you always have stables of horses to service your needs. Wood nymphs sprinkle your path with rose petals while you dance and prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover cupcake sprinkles.
