“Mmm, the prototype of such majestic stature, the far-fetched imagery of this fictional love child bore from the desolate marrow of my desire.
Your foreign touch was all it took to ascend me to my Mercury, a place throned at the summit of my solace..
You, possessing the waking aroma of coffee in the morning, the Columbian Arabica kind..
This caffeinated nirvana hit me harder when our eyes greeted nervously yet endowed in this peculiar giddiness and anxiousness–no, no turn of a key could unhinge this spell.
Not when we’ve already transcended to a paradise faraway that knows no night or day, only the here and now of this surreal encounter.”