Thoughts.

Barely clad

There she sat,
Barely clad.

Her skin resonating with the lights,
Giving the lights life.

The dancing around of the hues on her long smooth neck elegantly curving onto her shoulder.

Her skin gives meaning.
Her body gives life to these meaningless lights.

She often says I look like a goddess.

Right now, barely clad
To me she looks the definition of beauty.

To me she is beauty.

Right now, under these pretty colours,

I see something so incredibly moving I can't and I don't think anyone in this would could ever describe it.

Could ever describe this inhumanly captivating being.

And this inhumanly captivating being, with magic skin, honey glossed skin, a silhouette I would want to carve in my being for eternity—
is my love.