Thursday

It was at this precise moment that he saw her.
Her walk was soft and delicate with a thaumaturgical touch
Before their eyes had even met
Her luminous lips had already lured him in
Salvation winked with a promise of a briss held at pinnacle
Then their eyes linked
An aeon blinked amharic vows were scryed upon their hearts
Just to think this could all be with a frenectomy and a few words of love.

i am blown away by this verse