paint poured out and splash like lightning.
your body was my canvas.
my tongue a brush of ink.
writing words that made that pussy think.
curving twisting making you my own.
a dying masterpiece drenched in your perfume as you were the afterthought of my cologne.
I was a madman for loving you or a fool for trying.
a muse in the sake of art was worth dying.
yet my heart just bleeds.
yet it melted again and again at the seductive whisper of my name.
it ached just to be.
my fingers between your thighs.
the taste forever sweet.
cum between my two index fingers.
your lips.
again and again you brought me to my knees.
bowing before a altar.
sweet as wildflowers.
a prayer as sweet.
you're were a dream.
a blonde haired fantasy that had me.
yet the callouses they burned me to the bone.
rubbing against flesh.
but beauty is pain.
a raining canvas as you come and go.
satin sheets to cover your naked body.
blue eyes to pierce through the soul.
again and again my hands lose control.
your breasts in my mouth wet as they melt.
again and again for the sake of art my heart never bewaring what I felt.
the pain.
the agony.
the love, most importantly the love the reason why my brush aches.
your landscape of a body a lingering haunting moment of perfume and sweat.
the heat had ate you.
your moans a ache to shudder bones.
a cry that kisses you when you were alone.
you were a lovesick symphony and I was Mozart.
I were a dash of paint and your lipstick stained lips were paisca.
yet no color describes you.
only words.
diving in.
you're my canvas.
poetry coming undone with my hands.
just to make you melt.
just to feel you blush.
a dash of paint.
a beautiful hell in a storm.
©darkmocha
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