AH!!! Yes, you’ve given us *all* a lot to digest today!! The most thorough in the business! And there you are. Looking 16! You actually do. Of course you’re not that far from it, from my perspective! And that’s certainly not the goal. But, how you do it?? In a patterned top with vertical lines, the green theme continues. Your hair dancing above the fireplace flames, and looking the same in its seductive qualities and hues. 30 going on 16! Thank God I’m in the daddy role. Watching btc soar into six digits on my screen, and the other portfolios match the green of your shirt. “It’s got to keep going like this …” and tracing my finger against the stars as ‘Leo’ Gatsby would do in the movie version from a few years back. And your eyes are so clear. Oh, you must see things so clearly indeed. All my flaws and my foibles, but hopefully something good must reside in me, too. Only you decide, of course. But they’re shining like placid diamonds today. Blue almost gray! And the softness of your skin. You haven’t aged. You never do. Still sixteen, you’ll keep that sheen, forever through and through. Some men hope to see a *little* aging, somewhere! If only to prove when you’re old that their love for you was real, and not based in the superficial. But I’m afraid you’ll just have to take people’s words. If you’re aging, you’ll show up tomorrow at fifteen, this baby girl who ages in reverse! Hoop earrings! The feeling that you’re nearing!! And then the boat is pulled away. It’s the usual feeling I’ve gotten so used to over years! But daddy’s so happy! So proud of his girl! Perhaps soulmates in a sense, meeting in the funniest of ways throughout lifetimes, just to say hello. I think I’ve known you before. But I don’t remember when or where. That kind of thing! And you make me feel a king. A daddy. So confident and strong. When I saw you over two years ago, I was an overaged boy. Now I’m a confident man. Who doesn’t take any guff. When I get it, I just smirk, and smile a little. The proof is in the pudding. I’ve got a lot of power of my own. I thank you for gifting that to me. Daddy’s been feeling a little too cocky! But that’s all right. It’s just in fun, he knows what is important deep down. The rest is icing on the cake. Imagining baby girl in a silk white cami, perhaps a white Spanish veil. In a bridal chamber where she meets a dark, mysterious man she hardly knows. But she recognizes his touch, she loves his scent. And his firm but tender touch. Daddy has a rich imagination! And spoiling her with the most expensive gifts. It’s a wonderful life. So rich and so expressive. It takes a girl with those eyes of yours, that spark to light the matches. You’ve grown so thin! Aren’t they feeding you? But your porcelain features suggest you’re healthy. There’s not a line to be found. Only smoothness of a kewpie doll. Where a bead of water would roll effortlessly before resting in the gentle pocket of your sultry hair by your right shoulder. You’re the masterpiece artists struggle to compose. Thankfully you were made by angels. They have such a better touch. This wildly successful woman who is still that baby girl. You wrinkle your nose and cast your eyes in that certain way, and daddies buy and buy and buy! They love it. It gives them the fuel that runs that powerful furnace. Like the ones at the base of a great ocean ship! Oh, that fire. What better way to live? Than to be a man in a baby girl’s world. You’re the paradigm and the archetype. The platonic form. And like forms you’re ageless. How could a girl of sixteen get a job such as yours? That’s what they’re thinking. Today. This girl who shares numbers, and the secret is you have all our numbers! You own every man’s heart who has ever come across you. And cocky daddies feel the fire and melting. Whenever lost in your eyes. They forget what they were doing momentarily. Their hearts palpably beat faster. Their solar plexus burning. And there’s this warm centering. All over the body. And the gentle endorphins begin to flow. That’s how it feels for the man, in case you ever wanted to know. That’s how it is when lost in you. A princess. Miss thirty turned sixteen. No one can ever get over this beauty of yours. Porcelain and fire, and two diamonds illuminating. You can’t be put into words. You made the day a lot brighter, though. This most wonderful baby girl, capturing hearts everywhere she goes. ❤️       

Happy Thursday!!