I have a nasty habit of romantasizing beauty and art and falling in love.
Then there you were, with poetry in your eyes and undiscovered colors in your words.
I was defensless, caught unarmed and unawares.
My heart raced, skin buzzing, hands itching to behold, to discover.
A slave to my addiction I reeled and I raced.
Mouth watering, salivating for a taste.
Characteristically biting off more than I can chew.
I was enchanted by the muse I found in you.
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