Sins Of Our Imagination

“...with your almost angelic blond hair, light dusting freckles, exceptionally beautiful blue eyes and narrow nose, I had envisioned this type of beauty existed, and upon finally achieving visual confirmation in the gymnasium that day, I felt reassured that other great and glorious things imagined but unseen also existed in the universe. In my private moments, in those early days of our acquaintance, I would allow my imagination to get very creative - I would picture you, as a canvas on an easel, and I as the artist and designer, studying and refining the straight lines of your slim figure dressed in various designs of my creation. You would often lay in your neat bed with your back to me, and I studied and refined, perfection being the ultimate goal, the dip in your waist, the discernible climb of your hips and your slim feet in proper arrangement, right heel tucked into the arch of the left, like the yin snug inside the yang...but, in this case, a remarkably kind, innocent and truly angelic yin of the yang…” He stopped, but I wanted him to continue, impressive, I must say, was his prose...to me, it was poetry...