Oftentimes I find my self entranced in how you'll catch me at a glance when you first walk through our front door. Will my leg dangle to the floor with mischevious intent, my breast concave inside itself and dressed translucent in skin, glowing radiant in what I reflect, a moon grey slate, from your light source? A celestial body on its course, will I eclipse myself in the blinding dark of an unconscious development that lends me trembles delicate, a slumbering lunar element circumvented by a halo of blonde curls, suspended? I spend centuries predicting the me's I have and will depict, yet it never is as I intend it. You gravitate to me, unrestricted, because we find ourselves addicted to each other's whole, unscripted.
we're all ugly sometimes but when you're in love, even that's endearing.