The Beautiful Ones Are Very Costly

My eyes are dry in settings of scarcity and I lose my colours waiting in circumstances bankrupt of feminine beauties. The splendour of gold hides in deficiency and is only magnificent for its quality and dire rarity.

I’m enthused by the symbol of womanly glamour and my interest is piqued by damsels glowing with the crystalline purity of heavenly springs. I’ve sought charm and the best of its kind, so I stay unweathered and stubbornly insistent.

Glamour is a sterling commodity and a fabrication from the decisions of a pantheon of holy deities. I’ve asked for this uncommon bestowal with a pure, extraterrestrial shine. I wash the pathways of femininity with my desires and a hankering for association.

My heart gushes with violent streams and an impassioned yearning to court a love in step with these contemporary times. I’ve asked for kisses that sting with electrifying effects, unveiling a world of bliss and heavy, mesmerizing potential.

Beauty is therapeutic and the rain of fondness cleanses the filth of the soul. I’m made for a delightful allure sweeping through my skies with the fundamental shades of elegance. Therefore I stoop for a feminine icon—an Amazon in spectacular form.

The magnificence that appeals to me is far-fetched and an exaggeration of reality. But the damsels of style are deaf to my invitation tunes and the jingle in my pocket is so unconvincing to draw them my way.

It’s unthinkable to lure surreal charm into my lair or think feminine marvel is a vain, cheap manifestation. My thoughts are switched to fantasizing mode and I daydream of maidens that stain the ground with their vivacious element.

My appetite is furious and the superiority I seek eludes my pragmatic personality. A beauty that discovers itself and understands its exclusive worth is prone to grow feathered wings for flight.

Therefore glamour is an unwritten concept with an undisputed impression. I’m a sucker for physical attractiveness and the glitz obsessing the seat of my senses. I’ve asked for highs that stem from good looks and the hot sizzle of a wild enchantress.

My sojourning will end in the spaces of the earth but I’ll mingle among flawless belles with the permission of time. Though my purse is weightless with currency, my hopes are substantial to bargain with charm, for the beautiful ones are very costly.

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