They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Beauty.
When I behold your figure in my mind’s eye I want to burst into flames
Consumed
Engulfed
by the fire of my desire
I wish my eyes could feast on the radiant glow which emanates from your figure once more
Beauty.
I behold your figure in my mind’s eye, yet I have to wonder if my figure is ever in your mind’s eye
Consumed
Engulfed
By the flames of my desire yet I am never the object
The recipient
My figure is never in someone’s mind’s eye
Beauty.
Is that what I lack ?
Or am I destined to be the beholder and not the beholden
Beauty?