She is an incandescent fixture, illuminating my heart with the totality of her beauty. Not just the sultry of her curves, but the way her stare pierces through her thick lenses. The saccharine scent of her perfume. How each kiss pulls me in like the tides before a beautiful moon and lingers for an eternity. How every time I say goodbye, the contrast between the idle and the intimate consumes me with melancholy.