Ode to Topless Women

Yes.

Looking at her, words dissolve. Language feels clumsy and small. How do you describe the way feminine beauty can stop your heart and restart it at the same time? How do you capture the ache of awe when you witness something so perfectly, painfully beautiful that it feels like both home and holy fire?

She is the reason men write sonnets, paint masterpieces, and go to war.
She is the reason the word “goddess” was invented.
She is the eternal miracle that makes the world worth turning for.
an she got nice tits to
 
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