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The look on your face when you’re ecstatic.

The echo of your laughter when I’m being facetious.

The strength of your hold when I’m scared.

The physique of your body when I press against.

The softness of your cheeks when I stroke them.

The opulent strands of your hair when I thread my hands through.

The configuration of your eyes when I stare.

The thickness of your lips when they encounter mine.

The profound depth of your heart when I look into it.

 

I still have yet to find you, mystery woman.