Taste of my aestethetics
You sense it and know it. You can feel it in your bones and to the tingling ends of your nerves. Your mind cna barely describe it but your body tells you of the hunger, the need. It is the taste of your aesthetical desires. Your blood boils and stirs. Your flesh, body, and soul is enlivened and revitalized.
It sweeps over you lustfully, but it's your radar seeing a more sublime possibility.
With a grudging nod for love. There is room in this crypt of jadednes for the ray of light of one who inspires affection by her mere demonstrative presence. Feeling the joy of warmth of her words which say much more than their comprehended meaning, but are the expressio of caring, truthfulness, and earnest concern. She is the one for whom beauty is the inner virtue which crowns her image with a handsomeness that is stirringly irresistible for the heart and the mind. she is the one for whom thoughts linger and dwell in wistful remembrance. Her advent is the elation of the moment. Her caress is the reassurance for any doubt. Her kiss is the sweetness of loving affirmation. She is the embodiment of ideals that go beyond words. She is the proverbial improbable dream and fate's needle in the haystack.
She is more than a companion and lover. She is the muse and the friend of my soul. She is the spirit that is with me as I walk toward the shadows of the valley of death, where I will fear no evil, for SHE is with me implicitly without having to be explicitly by my side. She is the affirmation for the altrusim and selflessness for falling inlove and having romance.
She also knows were Hanscom, Halleck, Smith-Streeter, and Memorial Parks are. She visits the So. Omaha, Ralston and Papillion-Sump libraries. She enjoys the deli meals at the Stockyard Hy-Vees, or the produce section of the 50th & Grover Bag-n-Save or the 50th & G No Frills or the 72nd & Giles Fareway Market.
It sweeps over you lustfully, but it's your radar seeing a more sublime possibility.
With a grudging nod for love. There is room in this crypt of jadednes for the ray of light of one who inspires affection by her mere demonstrative presence. Feeling the joy of warmth of her words which say much more than their comprehended meaning, but are the expressio of caring, truthfulness, and earnest concern. She is the one for whom beauty is the inner virtue which crowns her image with a handsomeness that is stirringly irresistible for the heart and the mind. she is the one for whom thoughts linger and dwell in wistful remembrance. Her advent is the elation of the moment. Her caress is the reassurance for any doubt. Her kiss is the sweetness of loving affirmation. She is the embodiment of ideals that go beyond words. She is the proverbial improbable dream and fate's needle in the haystack.
She is more than a companion and lover. She is the muse and the friend of my soul. She is the spirit that is with me as I walk toward the shadows of the valley of death, where I will fear no evil, for SHE is with me implicitly without having to be explicitly by my side. She is the affirmation for the altrusim and selflessness for falling inlove and having romance.
She also knows were Hanscom, Halleck, Smith-Streeter, and Memorial Parks are. She visits the So. Omaha, Ralston and Papillion-Sump libraries. She enjoys the deli meals at the Stockyard Hy-Vees, or the produce section of the 50th & Grover Bag-n-Save or the 50th & G No Frills or the 72nd & Giles Fareway Market.
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