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I gaze upon you in adoration, taking cautious steps toward you. Your powerful façade does not frighten me. No, it is not a fear, but a tender love. I reach out to graze my fingertips across the hard grain of your skin, and my lips curl. I press my cheek into your cold, fiery being, and I grin once more. My eyes then trail upward to your peak. They travel higher and higher, studying your structure - the cracks and carvings of a fine statue. Passionate artistry. Every breath I draw is stolen from my body, and I know I must conquer you. As your gravity tugs at my heart, I rise to take hold of your hands. They pull me upward. I grip tighter.