1,2,3,4,5,6,7,
flutters of the eyelids,
and a smile from her,
and I,
I am in heaven.
And waiting,
waiting happily,
as she runs towards me,
as if in slow motion,
with her arms outstretched,
in a gentle motion,
and with her,
perfume filling the air,
so delicately and flagrantly,
oh, how wonderful it is,
and how wonderful is she,
as she runs towards me,
and her eyes,
they light up with delight,
and she is poetry in motion,
beautiful and elegant,
and soft and glorious,
in her physicality,
and tender in her emotions,
and I,
I am happily lost,
lost in her eyes,
lost as if upon an ocean.
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