The way her face is formed’s type amazing. Can't believe she’s real cos she’s more like a painting. Like an artistic representation of beauty.

Her face and body are weapons of manipulation they embody perfection, I’m impatient, I want her today and, it seems like every inch of her face is contributing to this crazy effect.

I can’t stutter and I’m feeling sick, my heart flutters the curvature in her silken lips steals my gazes. Sit in a daze she’s got me locked in, her eyes are deep ponds I get lost in.

I’m drowning in them.

They’re depleting my oxygen, they’re all engulfing she’s impossible to find fault in.

Her face has been exquisitely sculpted, she makes me want to be impulsive. Touching her sends impulses to my brain in a way that’s beyond comprehension. It takes me to a different dimension.

The exquisite, different, plane of existence I visit, takes me to a different place with her image.

If I look away from her, it feels like I’ve wasted a minute. I want to drink her in and contain what she’s giving.

Shifting my state, knocks me back like I’ve been hit by a weight. She teeters on allowing me through a barricade something I could smash away.

I’m nervous, she gives the universe a purpose. Maybe why I’m on this earth is to have her close and combine physically.

She’s hitting me with a force, she’s the missing piece in my jigsaw. The yin to my yang man I need her, and it feels like I’ve got a fever as she quickly grabs my hand.

It’s too natural to make me blush it’s a major rush I ache to touch - her.

She passes by with a sparkle in her eyes it’s like there’s a constellation of stars in her eyes
this energy around her draws me in like I’m magnetised.

I live in hope, she’s the unexplored country I want to visit most. I want to be exploring her bodies geometry. Shaped like she was made with a mathematical methodology, designed to ignite my longing she’s

the cause of all my primordial instinctive urges responding. But beyond what can be explain anthropologically.

Maybe science will never know, but every part of my genetic code is driving me to get her yo. It’s insatiable she would be more than a blessing. First time I saw her my eyes watered at her perfection.

My bodies taken over a sort of possession. All of my senses getting sent in to overdrive.

A feast for the eyes. The most delicious thing, I need to give in to these drives. And man she keeps spinning in mind