So there’s a girl, I know- how cliché – you probably already heard this story, told a million different ways, oven thousands of centuries, but I promise you this one is different, this one is ours and this one is true.
So, there is a girl, with the most bewitching smile – really breathtaking, like the universe shatters and reassembles each time she smiles in your direction, and her rosy, red lips feel like lava as if you touched them, you’ll dissolve into a pile of molten wax. So, you get the idea, right?
So, there is a girl, blazing and dazzling, with golden hair, that feels like it has been woven by Helios himself. She feels like she was touched by the sun …No, no wait she feels like the sun, all thirty-million-degrees of her; like she is the star that everyone in this universe rotates around.
And you know what? her calls to you become a siren song, irresistible to ignore or leave unanswered. Your response turns into second nature, your moves a dance choreographed since the dawn of time. And it all ignites in you a flame that burns you first before it warms her. You’re still with me? And in the low light, she drinks you like you’re her oxygen – like you’re hers to take like she needs to cling to you before you disappear. Oh god, this girl, this girl, she is like everything, like I look at her, and the words fail to leave my mouth, the oxygen loses its appeal to me and she’s like a magnetic field and I feel myself coming closer and closer like my body is not my own anymore, and any silver of control I had, is lost as soon as she is around. I look at her, and suddenly I think if she was the sun, then I would readily burn up in her atmosphere, just for a taste of her solar gleam that I feel when she looks at me, and sees me as hers as if she will never get enough of me.
