Angel Baby
Starlight bathed the nude frame in a silvery haze, accenting every curve and angle of flesh as if it were surrounded by a halo of angel tears. The male version of Venus, blessed with a body that had to have been sculpted by the very God who created earth, could easily become the object of any human's desire...
Attraction.
Yes, I can admit to feeling that, being possessed by it, having my expression move on its own accord when confronted by such a dazzling display. There's no denying the simple splendor of skin, vying against a complex character. Classy Renaissance-style masterpieces only come once in a lifetime. This is my single chance to behold a work of art more intricately designed than a sculpture produced from a famous artisan. If captured on canvas, his portrait would become a priceless heirloom, but no painter has skill enough to trace the fine lines of his face or body, neck or shoulders...
Infatuation.
A mere peasant to his royal radiance, I can only dream of skillfully sketching out the excellence I see. Could I dare to allow myself that pleasure, attempting to re-create the very image that renders poets speechless, puts dancers to shame, challenges actors to accurately portray? Not on a hope, wish, or prayer could I accomplish that incredible feat, not even with all the good spirits and saints on my side, not even with God Himself trying to alter my fortune...
Obsession.
There isn't a night that goes by that I don't beg God to change destiny. If He did, I could rise every day by the glow of the smile I yearn to feel across my skin rather than the sun's intrusive rays. I'd have his vision borrow mine so that he could witness the many virtues I've come to delight in, personality traits that give rare insight into the beauty of creation. He'd have to see it to believe it. I'll spend the rest of my life trying to show him what I know, what he should have already realized, but refuses to understand himself. Have patience, Precious. Good things happen to those who have faith and trust in themselves, themselves and those nearest and dearest to them...
Love.
Between being offered a diamond ring and just one of your kisses, I'll always choose to have your tender lips upon my own, to feel the warmth of a soul mate caressing my mouth, bonding to breath that only fated lovers share. Engagement is exposing open minds and hearts to each other, where the most extravagant wedding gift of all is the exchange of eternal vows, promises to keep carried on the wings of doves rejoicing in our sacred union. I don't need rare jewels or a beautiful bouquet of roses, all I need is you...
Longing.
All I need is you. Suave, sophisticated seraph, who must have journeyed the world over many millennia before I met you, my pining for you refuses to subside. Where have you gone, my crystal-eyed king? Where have you gone from here? Do you wish to leave this hurtful, blinding, awful fear with me forever? Forever and forever more? Oh where have you gone, my flower of spring? Where have you gone from here? Rain reigns over the skies of my eyes, orbs glazed over, I start to die. Still visions flutter into my mind, butterflies waving your image at me. You left me behind, fair star of mine, but you'll always be my angel baby.
Owari
