The corners of her mouth .  form an acute angle of desire not found in any geometry.
              
Her supple neck is a lonely Mobius highway .  to be cruised forever with his tongue.
                        
                    The curves of her inner thighs are fluid dynamics  .  inexplicable and entirely empirical.
                  
                    Her dark wet cunt is a mysterious singularity . darkly defying both space and time. 
                    .
                    He will tell you he lives at the event horizon— 
                    frozen in a forever falling to her dark star.
                    .
                    Physics is hard,
                    a hard master:
                    always demanding
                    elegance.
                    .
                    Like beauty it is simultaneous-
                    ly
                    difficult and simple.
                    .
                    Like love.