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Created on: August 25, 2009
She is more beautiful than the diamonds that adorn her costume
He watches as she dances and it all comes flooding back
The graceful movements of her lovely body
Her dark, cascading curls and glittering aquamarine eyes
They were lovers once, they met this way when she was very young
Her beauty as she danced enchanted him, just as it does now
"Find me the most beautiful woman that exists" the director said
And immediately she sprang to mind, graceful, sensual, glamorous
She is a superstar now, but he cares not about that, for his star also soars
To him, she is a queen, a sorceress, a goddess, the world
And he remembers
How could he forget?
She was his Angel
And remains so yet
The way it felt to hold her, so warm, so soft, so lovely
The way her breath would quicken as she gazed in to his eyes
Her body held against his, so close they were almost one
Her lips so soft and pleading as she kissed him passionately
A familiar stirring deep inside, one he has not had for another since,
Nor will again for any but her, begins to move him now
He is rendered breathless by how it consumes him
Body, Heart, Mind, Soul, Spirit, Passion, Love, Lust, Desire
She was his muse and forever will be
It is for her his every creation is meant, and because of her they exist
And he remembers
How could he forget?
She was his Angel
And remains so yet
When the camera stops rolling and all souls disperse, they remain
Wide open, raw, vulnerable, longing for each other
He approaches her slowly, awaiting - dreading - the moment when the spell breaks
She gazes up at him as he touches her face, her heart in her crystalline eyes
His kiss is tentative, unsure, pleading, asking permission
She lets him in readily; it's as if they were never apart
As he draws her close, she reaches for his beautiful face
Feels the warmth of his body as he takes possession of her soul
He won't let her go, and she won't turn away
As it all comes flooding back
And she remembers
How could she forget?
She was his completely
And remains so yet
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