I find her quite endearing.
Such smile. Such gaze. Such movement. An aesthetic unnatural grace.
I am afraid I will lose control.
She is like my forbidden fruit.
Love is my serpent.
To be banished is the punishment.
While I cannot even touch her hands,
While I cannot even hear her voice,
While I cannot even smell her fragrance,
I dare to say her skin will be warm.
I dare to say her voice will be pleasant.
I dare to say her scent will be unbearable.
Come to me, my dearest. Come closer.
I will stain the pure white dress with red.
I will sink my pride into your sinful neck.
I will draw you into darkness.
Your ugliness will be washed away.
Your weaknesses will be cast away.
Your beauty will trancend even the thrones of heaven.
Until the night come, my love. Sleep in my arms.
You will rise anew from the ashes of your previous life.
You will be reborn in my hands.
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