Anatomical Mirror” Love Thyself

Peering through my facade, weaknesses, hurt and pain...scabbed heart.

l am healed.

Her lips...

Sweet, full and sincere, like the words they utter beckoning my soul to join hers in eternal happiness.

I am convinced.

Her hair...

Strong pliable roots embedded in genius, coiling around my sometimes resistant arms and ever willing flesh.

I am bound.

Her skin...

Supple yet tight, beautiful...pure complete adoration of her.

ln awe of my own reflection.