From the clouds in my sky she is a ray of light. She is my love and my muse. She is my reason to smile. She is inescapable. I can see her. She shines in my eyes. The image of her being is burned into  me. She is everything. Look at her, there she is but you cannot see her.

All you can see is that she’s hot. Any fool with two eyes and a brian in his head can see that. She is more than body, flesh and blood, a warm place to lay when the world draws you weary. She is more than something for you to hold and share and show to your friends. You see her and she is something to be had. You see her and she is something to make yours. What you don’t see is how sexy she is. What you don’t see is how powerful she is. What you don’t see is the way her natural state flows in the sway of her hips and down into the earth herself. I however see her. She shines in my eyes. My gaze when I look upon her fierce for I wish to absorb her. I wish to know her. I wish to walk with her and so she gravitates to me. As bound by her attraction as we are to the very soil beneath our feet. And so she does things for me that you will never see. She rises when I call for my voice is a delectation to her ears.

She showed me her heart and I respected that and offered mine in return, completely and without reservation. For that I will always have her. She will always love me. Our spirits will dance together in the mists of eternity. She is my ray of light, my love and my muse, my reason and she is inescapable. I can see her. She shines in my eyes. The image of her being is burned into me. She is everything. Look at her. See her. Remember her.