Blueprint of her development fell from the confines of Heavens production quarters just the other day and into my hands as I slept
I read about the site where her sustenance was manufactured and produced.
An architectural level of mastered craft, one never sought before here on Earth.
By Angels design and
Architectural Brilliance
Her beautiful person was enhanced by the grain of liquid embers,
Disposition and foundation of her slightest animation steals the furthest cough of my last and ever long
befitting breath.
I fear this girl because her beauty is a sight which a glimpse can barely cement,
to stare her in dead eye meant to sicken the tummy and foul thy own bowls.
She was just that stunning.
The attention to detail of every fragment of her body has
extenuated my belief in her holy geological creation.
I briefly scan the document
Her breast, and curves chiseled to the every attainment of perfection
as her face was salvaged by the past of fallen angels whom have charmed the graces of outstanding enticement about Heaven. A perfect ratio and harmony from nose to cheek, ear to chin and brow to jaw. Process of furtherance and strategic compilation,
span,stuck of a billion years.
Her skin was sworn by the vast assortment of minerals about the unmarred Rocks surrounding our sun.
Opals of Mars, Cinnabar from Mercury and anorthosite from the Moon.
Recipe made tender by the intimate sculpt of Uriel’s very kemper Spoon
Sagacity measured and exposed to the highest practice.
Just so very beautiful.
Though as I scanned the latter portion of such archives, it was how her cunning eyes came to be which haunted my sensibilities with the grandest stain of awe.
From a curiosity twined by magic of elder compromise, fixtures of gas bound from a million nebula were stirred to create the boiling mist of love which concurred your ever too enduring eyes.
Said the blueprint
of her divine design.