Canvas textures tremble
beneath timorous fingertips,
long sable poised.
Elegant eyes absorb
relish linear perspective,
surrendering...
to tranquil wonders.
Seams of silk rotate
upon a velveteen breeze,
aspirations threaded gold.
Naked shades await
stirrings...
chromatic colour,
yearns portraiture
depiction.
Pulsating beneath breast
heart quivers deeply,
hunger aches...
endlessly within.
Tentative tongues linger
upon moist lips,
as first tones emerge.
Inspirational segments arch,
enticing artistry
with alluring beauty.
Yield to natural glides
embracing
familiar scents...
Sultry forms take shape.
Caressing seductive skin,
moist pigments stroke
lending blush
to delicate curves.
Reaching peaks
of textured
perfection...
Glazed in sensual light.




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I've only written one piece since this but there is a difference, its like you say I've relaxed more with it. I am thrilled I took part in this, it has helped me in many ways so thank you for keeping me in, each time was a shock. Hopefully my confidence will continue to grow, there's nothing stopping it now 





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