You act like no one's ever told you you are beautiful before. Physically beautiful. Stunning. Breathtaking. Timeless. You act like no one's ever appreciated you before. The way you love. It's like you were made to love. What could anyone do but love beautiful you?

I may idolize and fantasize a bit more freely than others. But the way I see it, we're both as right (or as wrong) as we are. And my world is prettier. I make love to whom I'm idolizing. I live my fantasies. Aware I am creating you.

Isn't everything we love about another person really just what we love or wish to develop in ourselves?

In you I create the perfect lover. The passionately focused electrically charged daringly playful. I can feel you in my core - space very very few explore. Here, where I am mine, I am dangerously honest with you.

All else is kisses. And that's where I stay. This kiss cautious. This kiss conscious. This kiss again.

This kiss blind and aggressive. You will hear what I'm saying.

This kiss needy, in fact survival. This kiss could save my life.

This kiss frozen while something inside us trades places.

I bet you get told you are beautiful all the time.

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