He
His tongue is a liar of the sweetest variety, and when
he speaks it is in sonnets and poems, in metaphors, haikus,
and in love letters to the world. His voice is an analogy for
all the things I have ever desired, for the lüst felt in
the darkness of night beneath silk and satin, black as a star
once lived and now gone and rich as the ruby he rings at my
throat. His smile is in remembrance to days of old now
passed, belonging to a time of kings and queens when gods
walked the Earth. With eyes like deepest imaginable Hell and
as lovely as the gates to Heaven stand, he was a
contradiction, an impossibility that my heart cannot puzzle
out and my mind may never forget.-i was in love before I ever met you.
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