Beauty is cataplexed in contemplation of your multidimensional effervescence.

If I'd want to sum up the area
of skin desired to kiss,
Caressing a golden rectangle
From the tip of hips -
to the apex of maxilla -

- maybe I'd use lips to catalyze
a trapezoidal rule of your body ;
or osculate a torus
speaking in tongues to your cardioid.

Is it better to align my pupils
to the orbits of your intoxicating irises,
so I'd accurately
contemplate their aeonic πR2?

Perhaps chanting an ancient formula
would help
to figure out the semimajor axis
of your rapturous mouth.

too few ways of veraciously revering
your bewitchingly combined chromosomes.

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