Please, turn around.

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Please, turn around.
If you think I am saying that just to check out your ass, you’d be half-right, and honestly, I have zero shame in admiring a masterpiece.

I would like you to turn around, though — seriously. I want to see what the world looks like without your beautiful smile beaming right on my face. I want to capture what normalcy and the mundane feel like. I want to see, for the last time, what it feels like to live in a world not decorated with your gorgeous body. I want to feel, just for a moment, a world I’m leaving behind.

Truth be told, I’m not used to such mesmerizing beauty; I don’t think anyone is, so maybe I need a moment to adjust to this meteoric elevation in my sight.

Please turn around.
My sight yearns for preparation. I want to close my eyes and slowly open them to experience you and what my life is becoming. I want to thank God for playing favorites and bringing you here.

So please, turn around for me,
For this is the kind of love hearts skip beats for.