Poetry In Motion

He is beautiful where he is standing; the light from the Wormhole playing over his beloved features. He is like a priced painting and his features are in perfect symmetry. His eyes passionate and warm as they gaze upon me. He leaves the eye-shaped window and moves toward me. I can't take my eyes of that delicious body as muscles ripple just beneath the surface of his exotic skin. He is such a beautiful creature. I gasp as he grabs me and presses me close.

"Oh," I can't stifle the moan as my body is hugged tightly to his. He is beautiful and I can't comprehend how this man could ever believe I wouldn't love him. What is there not to love?

The two of us together are like poetry in motion. Perfect, beautiful. Our love is more powerful than any other I have ever experienced. He pulls me closer yet. I close my lips over his and I feel at home. I love him, he is my Cardassian.

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