Absolute Perfection

This picture stirs so many emotions. The lines, the curves, the angles, the black, the gloss, the striking stance, the beauty. The sheer and utter extravagant captivating, mesmerizing, beautiful gorgeousness. The heavy sighs, the weighty, knotty lump just below my chest; the desire, the lust, the fiery yearning. The simultaneous combination of almost-high and almost-sick, because it's right in front of you - at least, the picture is right in front of you - and you want to reach out and touch it, but that would be futile. But you want so badly what's in the picture. There's an indescribable pain that comes with looking at the picture, but at the same time, I can't stop staring...
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Not my photograph - but thank you - all credit goes to Gordon Cheng a/k/a Effspot Photography. You can find him (and his work!) on Facebook by searching Effspot Photography.

...but I can try to pair the image with words...


Not just a dream, more like the reason I rest;
Like the winter seen in my breath, I 'freeze' in my step.
Every time I've seen it; a fiend and his treason might best describe the reason why there's a beat in my chest.
Angular perfection, every line every curve;
it tingles the sense, every time, every nerve.
It's worth every rhyme, every word, and in time, every dime I deserve would combine to incur the price of this perfect, sublime piece of work.
But it's not just the flawless gorgeousness; there's more to this...
Absorbed in this form of automotive porn is this torque;
a force that twists you into a world of bliss.
A Formula One metamorphosis, competition scores poorly, like rocket ships to tortoises, all poured in this torridness, with a sexy ass for every Lamborghini and Porsche to kiss.
Nothing vague or made up about my blatantly plain and painfully restrained lust; stop!
Alloy turns to gunmetal from caked-up brake dust.
Not hard to imagine with carbon ceramics, but it dazed and amazed us.
Bitten, it burns; smitten, nothing's forbidden, even inna the turns.
No fair I don't have it, aerodynamics have given superb, intricate purpose, inside and out and under the surface; a vision that spurned commitment, bear witness: every line, every curve, not just beautiful, but chiseled to serve.

 

This is as big as I got - you have to go to Effspot Photography on Facebook to get his best, high resolution images.

 

This is why it captivates me like nothing else. I think the LaFerrari is a great looking car; but the Enzo literally redefines perfection on a scale that humanity can barely comprehend.

 

Just for comparison, the LaF is stunning ...but it doesn't even come close to the Enzo. Not even close.
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Check out the original post in this thread - there's no need for a polarizer.

 

Believe it or not, it only gets utterlier and completelier lovelier with each passing day.

No, I agree, they're not; but I can try:

Not just a dream, more like the reason I rest;
Like the winter seen in my breath, I 'freeze' in my step.
Every time I've seen it; a fiend and his treason might best describe the reason why there's a beat in my chest.
Angular perfection, every line every curve;
it tingles the sense, every time, every nerve.
It's worth every rhyme, every word, and in time, every dime I deserve would combine to incur the price of this perfect, sublime piece of work.
But it's not just the flawless gorgeousness; there's more to this...
Absorbed in this form of automotive porn is this torque;
a force that twists you into a world of bliss.
A Formula One metamorphosis, competition scores poorly, like rocket ships to tortoises, all poured in this torridness, with a sexy ass for every Lamborghini and Porsche to kiss.
Nothing vague or made up about my blatantly plain and painfully restrained lust; stop!
Alloy turns to gunmetal from caked-up brake dust.
Not hard to imagine with carbon ceramics, but it dazed and amazed us.
Bitten, it burns; smitten, nothing's forbidden, even inna the turns.
No fair I don't have it, aerodynamics have given superb, intricate purpose, inside and out and under the surface; a vision that spurned commitment, bear witness: every line, every curve, not just beautiful, but chiseled to serve.​