When I look at a beautiful dessert...something that obviously took time, effort, care and expertise to render...I feel...such strong feelings. Maybe something like a masculine being feels gazing at a pinnacle of femininity. I, the yang appetite, look at the ephemeral beauty of the sweet prize, knowing (hoping) I'll consume her.
Yes. It's a mixture of awe, reverence, deep arousal, admiration (I could never look like/be/produce that), non-specific passion, the kind that could morph into anger, lust, greed or any other sin or pleasure; stunning hunger, worship, obsession to possess, and yes a bit of paralysis with it all.
I can never be all that She posseses, nor possibly even understand how all her elements come together to produce this response in me. I could not understand Her even as I might dissect her elements and reproduce Her in a feat of reverse engineering.
But it's just not the same when you bring it about yourself.
No, I would just as soon avoid even seeing the foundation garments, the hot rollers, the prep work. Bring me Her finished beauty, as if She stepped of Venus just like that. Let me behold Her with wide eyes, a swelling tongue and pores opening to receive Her. She and I will dance together with Her my perfect partner, taken in pieces to a place I decide..the whether and the when, the how and how many...and together we'll find a rhythm that sends me to dreams and satisfies a place in me that now only She knows...until the next one...
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