Emptiness; roar to every thought to every fantasy. I implore; mind revolts, body writhes. I love her, not for body, not for love; for stimulus.
The whole overwhelms me, leaves me with nothing.
Fuck ink, I want words. I love her, by constraint. I caress her skin, she tickles my heart. I kiss her pearls, she paints with the blackness of my hair. Sepia, I cling to her belly, she shows me future. I love her, for the abstract. She is literal, her charm is enchantment.