愛嬌
summertime prospers within the Olympias and your cheekbones are scattered with the uttermost delicate and dulcet moonbeams, saccharine honeyed epidermis fused with roseate flames of pure adoration; you're smiling, that sight is so rare yet so pure to my irises, and I smile too, the reflection of Adonis mirrored from my orbs. I'm seeing a god in front of me, a god whose fingers are intertwined with mine, a god whose features are not rivalled by any other morbid anthropoids, a god whose sweet, slow tempo osculation and rhythmed oscillations sound as comets shooting through the English empyrean...
beautifully, morbidly so, I reach to caress your cheeks, and the comet dances once more before it disappears amongst Lucifer and brown dwarf; the world is tranquil.
you smile once more as the golden medallion reappears.
