You may ask, and I will describe him, generally… But I have promised never to use his name.
He is the most phenomenonally-beautiful man I’ve ever met; the most sensually-aware creature I’ve ever known outside of myself. His gaze is soul-captivating; his skin is like silk; his hair is as soft as mink’s fur. His eyes are small yet penetrating; his voice is disarmingly lilting; his way is that of a god who knows his power, yet charmingly attempts to be humble and “normal.” His fury destroys himself as much as it destroys others; his sweetness is intoxicating; and when he lets his guard down and bears his vulnerable soul, he steals my heart from the entire world, and I would do anything for him, forever until forever never exists. To be with him is pure silence, outside of his plays, his sensual movements, his lithe body, his full lips. And he is demanding, commanding with nothing but his truth…. He creates beauty without a thought, so strongly real that walking away, wishing it away, demanding it null has no effect but to make one feel they are cutting off a limb, or more… It is the worst torture in the world; and his love is enough to stop the heart of every girl he loves, to bind her to him as a permanent part of his harem… to be tortured forever until she has him again.
And I will find a way to both love him and be free.
Oceans of Mine 