“Love at first sight is always spoken in the past tense. The scene is perfectly adapted to this temporal phenomenon: distinct, abrupt, framed, it is already a memory.” Roland Barthes
Beauty is the currency of love.
Beautifully romantic visions of young love,
of softly kissed skin,
of bedroom eyes,
of lush velvety petals pressed together in the vase,
as fresh sweet fragrances fill the room.
Ephemeral beauty that wraps us in the rhapsody and agony of loves timeless promise. A perfect memory showered in golden light. The honeymoon phase that never ends.
Will beauty and love make us whole?
Will you be the object of my desire?
Will I be your muse?
Will you bring me flowers?
Will I send you nudes?
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