Seraph came over last night before heading out with friends. She had asked earlier in the week if we could "philosophize" soon; her phrasing is something i adore about her.
As she talked, i found myself drawn to her again, as i had in glimpses before. Her beauty flowed from her hair, pulled back from her face, from her eyes sleepily laid upon her face, from her lithe, quiet body. She finds herself not feminine at all, and while i can see what she means by her athletic, plain appearance, there are times when femininity defines her completely.
When she left, i wanted to kiss her, but knew better. If i can only leave her untainted.
