Even the most beautiful face is no prettier than a body.
My body, your body, any body that is itself.
That moves within its own constraints – whatever they may be.
Eyes are windows to the soul.
Yet the body in flow is the soul.
Give me motion over animation.
A vibrant gesture before a witty word.
The twitch of a forearm more expressive than the archiest eyebrow.
The downy fluff upon your navel infinitely more luscious to me than the fullest head of hair.
A face completes a picture.
The body is art itself.
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