It depends . . .

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If it’s my smile I have a trillion, each with a distinct meaning and identity . . .

If you’re after my eyes, you’ll notice that the longer you stare into them the deeper you’ll feel my soul . . .

If it’s the sound of my voice, have faith, I pray and think about my words to use them wisely, revealing the scent of my heart . . .

If you want my touch, know that it comes with a lasting effect, a warmth that can’t be described, a soft brush of an angels wing . . .

If you crave my presence, understand that the scent of my essence is sweet, with an enticing aroma that latches on to the mind, leaving an imprint that simply can’t be erased . . .

If you long for my kiss, brace yourself . . . There is a responsibility and maturity that follow . . . For this kiss is as pure as     a dove, will take you higher than the purest cannabis, heighten your horizon, awaken every sense, the softest and sweetest of fruits . . .

If it’s my mind you want to explore, strap up your boots and pray, for this mind is a rain forest, a jungle and a dessert combined . . . You have never come across this kind . . . It is forever changing, courageous, daring and pouring with love . . . It’s trenches are deep, it’s mountains peek and it’s land is so sweet . . . It’s days are bright and it’s nights are the darkest . . .

If it’s my soul, it can be felt, seen and smelt . . . It is all around and in everything I do, for I do not do anything without a purpose . . . This comes from knowing my value, which can’t be seen but can be discovered, it’s hidden, protected and covered . . . It’s fragrance is strong and it lingers everywhere I go, this class elegance and grace are spoken without being said, no need to announce what is already known.

And my spirit . . . hidden deep in a beautiful cave, protected and preserved in an exotic place . . . See, this journey is not easy . . . This journey is not for the weak . . . Because not even I have control or the keys to this place because it belongs to the One that created me . . . You see He holds the keys, He has the map and only He will allow this place to be found. . .

. . .The determinant of this discovery is simply defined by the journeyman.

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