He Adores Her

He held her closely.
Examined her make up.
Hoping to find what she is made of.
Both internal and external.
Her valley, made of the most precious minerals.
Untouched by man.
Purely unacessable.
And pure.
The rage of her loins can’t be taimed.
Her river flow tirelessly.
River of gold-
Molten gold lava skin.
Takes his breath away.
He is astonished.
Attempting to find the right words.
Nothing could compare to her.
He is grasping.
Praying to not get lost in her.
Building courage to approach her from different directions.
Itching to observe her more.
He adores her wholeheartedly.

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