‘Coz baby, you’re my #1..
Everytime.. and each time I sit to write a piece about Enrique.. I end up scrapping the entire write up.. its never just good enough !! My words never can do justice to the 21st century Greek God of Beauty!
So, here I sit with the photo of the Muse himself :P to inspire me..
Oh Enrique! Inspire me so that the poetry which flows out of your entire being.. from eyes to your voice.. a bit of that poetry, (only like 1% percent of it is enough) somehow gets transferred to my words..
Its unfair, almost like a sin, not to praise one of God’s most exquisite creation.
So here’s a small attempt from, to say the least, a great fan.
That so-flawless-that-one-would-die-for-it wide forehead, covered up so teasingly by that sexy fall of hair, ending just above, (a few hairs almost touching) the right eyebrow, those perfectly arched eyebrows like they were made that way just to accentuate the beauty of your eyes. Those eyes! Ah! Those eyes! Those wildly sexy eyes.. Who would need methamphetamine for a high? Those eyes are just about enough to get one high.. or higher! So emotive.. so deep. You are hiding a whole range of pain in them, you are gratified at receiving your first Grammy, you are looking at your first album cover, your name in print, your voice in tape.. thinking of all the dreams you weaved, all the oppositions you overcame, all the discouragement you braved, you are going to sing live in your first concert.. ah how you love your fans! You would be all they will live for in the next few hours, you will give your life and soul for them, screaming wild for them, playing with them .. doing whatever they want you to do, becoming whatever they want you to be.. and still you’d be carrying that depth in your eyes.. be what your fans want you to be, and still be yourself! That’s something only you can do. You are seducing even the most lesbian of girl with those eyes, you could be crying, you could be ecstatic, you could be breaking up, or alternately getting trashed by someone, you could be singing your favourite song or you could be just reading a book. So much and more.. your two eyes convey so much through the light in them.. they reflect your soul.. (and trust me your die hard fans know a lot more about you than you would think). JYour nose is almost like ‘the’ nose. It has achieved perfection, in all the various senses. Conventional? Yes, its as straight as it should be and as gravity affirming (and defying) as is required and takes as much percentage of your face as an ideal nose should.
That week old stubble is as dainty as it gets. They add to the beauty of the Greek God like jaw line of yours.
Your lips. *Drooling* Well, they area like your USP.
"Angelina Jolie’s lips are HER lips: thank you very much botox.
Your lips are YOUR lips: thank you very much God."
That chin is as kissable (perhaps a percent more) as Enrique! (That, now, is saying SOMETHING! lol).
The neck. THE NECK! OMG! THE NECK! That neck is something you just can’t admire enough!!! That maleness of the neck is the perfect marker of the true Spanish beauty. Full stop.
The wide chest. Well the chin to chest area of the male specimen is what
challenges my self control acutely. Full marks to the heartbreaking hunk for that.
The hand is so exquisitely carved that makes one say “obviously the genes are working!” The freshly muscley biceps contrasted with them i-want-those-right-now-and-i-want-them-real-bad hands will make Helen of Troy run for cover. The sinewy muscles.. like each tendon knows its right place and job and have conspired amongst themselves to get arranged in the best way possible; every mound of the fingers.. each rise and fall.. the cushiony tip of the fingers or the hardness of the knuckles.. the way each skin folding meets and closes in when the heavenly hands gets transformed into a lethal fist and way the each nail looks like its meant to look good only when touched by your lips and slowly sucked into the mouth and then bitten by your teeth.. the vampirish canines .. in short being chewed upon!
The VOICE ! yeah, the same voice which can throw you into the throes of ecstasy,(Push, On Top of You), can make you feel like dancing all your life (Bailamos, Dirty Dancer, Tired of Being Sorry, Not in Love, Rythm Divine..), which will tell you you’ve found your true love (You’re my No.1, Hero), will help you come at peace with yourself (Be Yourself, Roamer, Be With You). This voice will share your deepest emotions (Away, Addicted), will let you know when you’ve had enough (I’ll Survive, Do You Know, Taking Back My Love), and this is the voice which can make you cry silently into your pillow (Somebody’s Me, Little Girl..) All this and more.. all these and much much more..
That’s Enrique for me. J :D
xoxoxo
/farheen
