because_of_beauty

I want you hanging over me like the sword of Damocles. Not gingerly, not waiting for my reaction, not politely, not passive. Play the cards you were dealt from life. I’ll hold my ace in my pocket. And when you grip me by the nape of my neck and respire into my ear the words, “what makes you so different now?” I will shudder as anticipation ripples down my spine and echoes in my muscles and answer, “it is because of chemistry, because of love, because of the spirit, because of you, because of the way your eyes glitter in twilight, because of your lips curling into a smile the way they always do when I see you, because of the way your ears always seemed just a little too large for your head, because of the way your hair falls around it, because of the way your musculature is the quintessence of everything I have ever deemed perfect, because of the way we are whenever we go out together, because of the way you look whenever you take selfies in statuary, because of the way you place your order at Starbucks, because of the way your t shirt, thrown by the wind, outlines your torso magnificently, because of the way you make me question that I am asexual, because you make me remember that I love being near you, the way you say my name, the way you carry yourself, because of your luring personality and enchanting voice, your existence, your aura, your beauty, because of your internal and external beauty...because of beauty.