B

This woman has materialized her perfection in my mental reality so many times that it's hard for me to fathom that she is actually human and not just a divine fantasy my mind has created. To be honest the only evidence that I can concoct that proves that she is a real person is that I don't believe my mind has the capability of constructing even a fraction of such a sublime being. God speaks in tongues that the human can't decipher.... But I bet if Jesus said hallelujah in his native tongue. It would sound just like the noise that our kiss makes. I would try to compare her divinity to an entity but a noun of equal pertinence is non existent. Her mind makes my brain blush. She is the woman that the woman of my dreams feels insecure next to. The sun only shines because it reflects off of her smile, so in essence her essence is what gives the sun light, the earth life, the moon bright and im bright enough to know that everything that glitters aint gold, but gold is only glitter when it's around her. I want to visit her secret garden, and feast on the fruits of her labor just to make her silhouette, capture that in a glass and sip it... call that B nectar. A man that is a poet expresses his feelings for a woman through his words, but how can a man express how a woman like B makes him feel when she leaves him speechless.... You make her feel like the hottest woman in the universe without words..