Switch on the Candles please?

There was something godly about her face, an indeterminable and unquantifiable blend of contour and ratio of curve that, how could I put it, just did it for me, evoking feelings and understandings that were both tracelessly ancient and at the very piercing focus of my every ongoing moment and quest. There was a leading, guiding strength there that educed deep respect and simultaneously a hint to tread lightly and not ever take for granted. There was that incredibly potent harmonic balance of power and utter tenderness, seductive and erogenous, drawing in and yet firm in its autonomy. If there was anything I wanted to achieve appositely interblended with my own sense of mission, then it was to be more and more deserving of her.... Mehr