Tongue tied 2/2

And so what COULD I possibly do to scratch that itch so deep inside of me, express the warmth, the butterflies, the pounding arising in my stomach when I see you before me, fair and immaculate as ever? So my jaws drops, making me into the fool that I am. But, my love, please know that a lifetime of gawking like an idiot could not even begin to portray the awe that your physique alone strikes within me.