I'm struck by his beauty. Beautiful golden lashes that u cant see how glorious they are until your very close to his face. Those rare mornings where I get to see the sunlight hit his honey colored hairs make me sigh with adoration. He's got a natural beauty Ive never seen before. Everything about him is fire. He is my fire. My warmth and my way. His beautiful flaming beard with those perfect pink lips.....they beg to be quenched. He is preoccupied with being a lumberjack. His obsession to make and create fire seems so fitting. It makes me smile his ambition to build the perfect raging warmth. My fire maker, my love. He warms me and sets me ablaze.
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