--Marilyn-- The Countenance: Azure eyes pierce the gloaming... Irridescent, still, and tranquil-- A tincture of madness lurks, distilled only by a sense of the ancient-- Longing to adorn herself in the old mysteries of life where and when reference points were truly vague and shrouded in the unknown quantities of voluptuous forests, haunted by tribal beats and harmonic interludes of wind and silence... "Truly my friend, her eyes imbue one only with tails of the" "esoteric; in the exotic, the occult, and the improbable" The body: Trembling mistresses, forgotten queens, impenetrable romance-- ah yes! and virginal delights!-- These are a minute but suitable myriad of quintessences that fecundate the petite and fiery figure of our sovereign beatious dream woman; --What haunts her essence so gracefully bound into flesh?-- No doubt preternatural. Her insatiable longings-- The wet and gushing juices waiting to be consumed-- and the juices are feramones (An endless dream unto themselves) far beyond that of the finest dame... The thigh, the breast, the juices... gloaming azure eyes carry on with countless influences. Marilyn... Is the name I heard her whisper in the dark-- from which came the reverie to which I've venerated ever since... and to which I recount to tell of such envisiges. Left only with pain are all who see her-- weeping in their dark abode of sorrows; mystics with love spells cannot endure Marilyn-- She is the allegory for a religion that transmutes infatuation from lust to love before binding them. Or perhaps she is the sermon itself; The oddyssey of a cosmology which draws men out into the wilderness of her elusive yet unescapable eyes-- bringing them to a primal desire that could escape a black hole in the unive