Lost in your gaze; your eyes searching for something unholy in the ceiling. You imbue me with the power of a tidal force, and I crash into you: 'wave upon wave upon wave'. Your O-face is carved to a perfection that would enrage Pygmalion. You pull me into you with a strike of lighting and roar of thunder. While in the eye of the storm, I trace the path of the beads of your perspiration down, down, and further down. (1/2) idkwtfthisis