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a slight scent wafts through the air like invisible smoke, caressing every inch of the room in an attempt to circumnavigate the small, confined universe that it is imprisoned within.
the faint light reflects off any surface it can reach with its feeble fingers of illumiation, vainly striving to fight off the shadows that we desperately cling to in the hot night air.
you glisten, slick with the outward sign of physical labors untold but written about in volumes upon volumes of human history, rather the third of all human truths.
i let my gaze trail down your beautiful form, noting the small "imperfections" that are anything but, ticking them off in my mind as i have done so many times before, ever enraptured by your radiance. it is impossibly difficult for me to put into words the feelings that i obtain from these quiet moments.
too often we lose each other in the day to day toil that the reasons we are together, once so sharp and clear as fresh glass, fade and grow cloudy and we forget the images of happiness that we hold so dear.
it is the seconds thus, that i treasure more than anything else, more than any pleasure of the flesh, more than any gift of money.
in these instants, I see god.
Thou Art God.
the faint light reflects off any surface it can reach with its feeble fingers of illumiation, vainly striving to fight off the shadows that we desperately cling to in the hot night air.
you glisten, slick with the outward sign of physical labors untold but written about in volumes upon volumes of human history, rather the third of all human truths.
i let my gaze trail down your beautiful form, noting the small "imperfections" that are anything but, ticking them off in my mind as i have done so many times before, ever enraptured by your radiance. it is impossibly difficult for me to put into words the feelings that i obtain from these quiet moments.
too often we lose each other in the day to day toil that the reasons we are together, once so sharp and clear as fresh glass, fade and grow cloudy and we forget the images of happiness that we hold so dear.
it is the seconds thus, that i treasure more than anything else, more than any pleasure of the flesh, more than any gift of money.
in these instants, I see god.
Thou Art God.