Diary Of The Unappreciated

Her

They say the eyes are the windows to your soul, and when I look into yours, I see a whole story that needs to be told.

They show me a storming ocean raging with the winds. The grey skies illuminated by streaks of white. They show me all of this chaos that melds together to form the sweet cacophony that is you. It is all of this that I see, but there is also something in the background that I see, something hidden by all of the sweet chaos. A sort of silence to your noise, a peaceful flourishing sea with little islands that break through the surface. I see all of this beauty clouded and blocked by a storming ocean with raging winds.

When I finally find myself, after being lost in your eyes, I look at the rest of your beautiful face. Your fair skin being accentuated by the radiant light to make your inner glow present itself. Your pink bee stung lips, so luscious and inviting yet the same time so lonely. Lips that I wish I could introduce to mine. Your swan like neck, pulsing and moving. Muscles flexing, ligaments stretching. Mundane actions done with such elegance and grace that one would swear it is witch craft.

As I go lower I see your sweet and supple breasts. Their shape, their position, their size. All created in unison and placed without marginal error. I then gaze towards your stomach, so flat and yet so fit. So petite and yet so muscled. Bringing back memories of beautiful valleys. So silent, so unending, so serene. And then come your legs, two unending pillars of tanned muscle that move with so much efficiency and grace that the gods themselves envy what they see. With muscles weaving in and out of the appropriate places while making sure none of it is out of place.

Looking at this temple of beauty and scrutinizing it under a well-trained eye, wondering how the gods were able to do put together something, no, someone so amazing and still be kind enough to put her on a path that intertwines with mine. A being who would redefine terms such as beauty and perfection for me, forever.

Everyone has a lens in front of their eyes that allow them to see the world in a certain way, and I know that your lens has been drastically stained which prevents you from seeing the world, my world in your point of view. That is why I write this for you my sweet, for I know that although I am unable to clean your lens or borrow you mine, at least I can put this on something permanent for you. So that whenever you feel like you need an escape from your world, you will be able to temporarily join mine.

Wolf-