Painters easels with paint
Add some peach as detail
And red as blush
Swirl the sweet lips
And caress my brushes bristles
In light kisses that I adore
Eyes must be perfect
But there is no art to compare
To her beauty
With mixture of both
Green and blue I reflect
The souls shine
Her soft features reply
From my light shadowing
Her skin, like silk
May only be portrayed in the light mixture
Of my tints
Perfectional body
So voluptuos, and intoxicating
Libido driving, striving for my touch
My art can't reflect true beauty,
Nor imitate it
But my heart twings
As my painter's brush falls,
For there, there she stands
And we embrace
Author notes
Again, I'm pretty fucked up. Eheh. (By fucked up, I mean intoxicataed.)
Please tell me what you think
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Um. You may want to make it a Portrait, not a Portrai
Umm, if I was more paranoid I would ask if you were my boyfriend. This is a beautiful piece of art work and it truly sounds so person to me... It's a great content and story. You're not "fucked up" infact it just sounds like you're in love. And that's a really sweet thing to have.
SLAM
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