SadSummerSea

Thinking back..
..The way such weightless strands of slightly-feathery chestnut hair can fall so effortlessly into gentle X formations while casting a faintly purple shadow over the fully fleshed forehead. The soft bend to the scar defined eyebrows. The way each strand accentuates the caves of networked eye lids that selfishly lay themselves to sleep upon a pair of the most absorbing, hypnotizing, captive green eyes this incredibly gracious describer has ever had the opportunity to lock with. The partially hollow temples that delicately draw the lines and form the characteristics of the countenance of which an attempt at description is tackled. The far-too-tempting eyelashes that line the pearly whites of the beads that allow this soul to scan. The flecks of colour. The depth of shade. The warmth that radiates through. The skin that lines itself to pull away from the sharply pinched nose, defying and illuminating the underbelly of the naturalist pools. The perfect slant, and definite softness to the fragile nasal tunnels. The undescribable perfection of the membraned, soft pink flesh. The soothing voice that escapes from its keepers to flow and ring triumphantly through the ears of an appreciative member of society. The lights dimmed. The questions answered. The alleviation of isolation. The longing, prolonged, but accepted. The finely flavoured flicks of a euphoric tongue. The ecstacy-schooled talent of enamel. The roll of the chin, its accompanying bristles. The lustrous slope of the finely drawn neck. The hardened matter which bulges from underneath the extra-terrestrially soft skin. The attached tubes and vessels that make themselves known at the intersection. Again, the firm texture of tightly woven body cells and veins push from the skin of the lightly rounded shoulder. The defiance of a vulnerable bone fragment poking through. The flows and valleys which mark their way down each by-side limb. The irreplaceable art work that appropriately marks and gives life to pale epidermis. The blue roads of the hands. The tormented humps of bone that peek through the American meat. The fingers which allowed me to grow. To get to know. To ultimately - love. Their pads, calming. Always invited. The ultimate in sleeping satisfaction brought to you nightly by the comforts of ****** *******'s torso. The thoughts that sweep back after the slightest recollection of anything which came about as a result of anything underlying the belt. The 'unmentionables'. The sheer joy that is brought by every single on of these 'The's'. The appreciation. The lust. The offering.
Thinking back..
..Thank you.
And Goodbye.

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What do you expect after this? Applause? Your name on stone?
You will have nothing but me and in a worse way than before -
Dissolving and reforming so quickly I seem only to flicker.