The light caresses the earth as I wanted to caress its skin.

The earth economized his figure, while I wondered why the stones cannot be transparent.

The water cleansed his skin, while I wondered if such a thing was really necessary, a skin softer than silk, finer than the porcelain, no doubt any existence would dare to dirty it, nor the dust, nor the bacteria would be so rude .

The sun warmed everything below him and I questioned his boldness of believing that he was above her, at the same time that he cursed the fact that it seemed that he wanted to hide his fixation from my eyes, always with that timely flash.

The wind touched his skin as envy corroded me inside, damn law of the wind I will curse your name for all eternity and every god that dares to incarnate you.

The void was hiding in all the cracks that the other elements could not fill, and I wanted to be him and have his sight and discretion.

I knew she had seen me since I arrived, the way the elements protected her intimacy from my eyes was not natural, and that flirtatious smile that I could see from all angles only mocked and tempted me.

Akasha, you are so beautiful when you say nothing.

And you are even more so when you say everything, for no one could understand that beauty.

And I've come to prefer it that way.

Since I heard your voice I was yours.

And since you dreamed me I wish you were mine.

You are the most beautiful piece of self-conscious ether that exists.

I do not plan to rest until I hear from your lips a voice so full of passion, love, happiness and pleasure that makes the same cosmos, lord of existence and sovereign of the material plane, blush.

Oh, she smiled that way again.

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Looking at your smile is like an immortal lotus that blooms on a spring of eternal life.

It is like the first breeze of life that existed.

It is like the rain on a dead planet that has just begun to cool and promises the emergence of a new future a new possibility called life.

Oh it's a blush what I see on your cheeks.

I wonder why the only thing you can understand about me are the strangest praises or the most obscene comments.

Well my name is Research Journal and half of the reason is to have an excuse to study it without being treated as a stalker or a pervert, of course the other half is to be able to master my law and then sleep with it, so my excuses don't stand up, but let's not think about that.

What I am trying to say is that for the sake of science it is time to do an experiment.

Let's see what flattery reacts more.

God must be distracted, because the angels are escaping him.

If that god is me, yes, I'm definitely distracted.

Oh, she is laughing.

We provide another.

The little angels are jealous because now I dream of you.

She is angry.

Yes, angels are the creations of some cosmic beings, and my comment seems to incinerate that I get romantically involved with them.

Well that's a no.

Following

If beauty were sin, you would already be in hell.

She is confused.

I do not understand why.

For the moon I give a kiss, for the sun I give a lot, for the light of your gaze, soul life and heart.

Oh that he liked.

Let's change to poems.

I would like to be a bee to enter your hive.

That hurt.

After experiencing how a planet feels in a black hole.

But I could not resist.

Well, now serious.

You are my fibonacci sequence inside the sunflower seed that is my heart.

Oh, she forgives me.

She loves flattery based on fractals.

I just showed you a sunflower fractal.

He blushes and runs away.

Cute.

Well, it is time to work, it is I must return to my original form.