There's something magical that happens when my fingertips finally reach your surface.
The heat of your miraculous charm and allure radiates past your muscles, veins, and skin,
emerging through an enchanting symmetry that can outwit every downplayed olfactory my mind creates.
Your pulse is pure beauty that you couldn't possibly understand. But it doesn't matter if you know -- you shine and glow as wonderfully as any of the stars.