when the fire hits the sea


A handsome person is the one, who doesn’t even know
how beautiful it is. And if someone would try to tell him/her
about it, will not accept the compliment, because they’re awfully
stubborn for self-perfection. And I don’t mean physical beauty,
because “dolly-woman” and “dolly-man” might be many, but this
doesn’t automatically confer the status of the handsome person.
No. No way… The handsome person is the one whose mind is
spectacular in its sharpness, giving shudders, making your hair
to lift up only by the simple fact of letting own thoughts to be
nonconformist for caressing your senses. The handsome one
knows how to dominates your feelings, taming and preparing ’em
to dance sensually for him/her and then to hold you so intensely
as you to no longer even want to escape from the grip of its charm.
The handsome person is a rarity. So damn rare… And fascinates
as any other rarely specimen from the earth. A law should be given
for being protected. Of course, someone is in my mind. One with
that character full of mystery. An explosively one. It could be similar
comparable in shape and fusion with that magical moment, so pure,
in its splendid grandeur, acting like then when the fire hits the sea.
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Joe Bonamassa