what is the essence of real beauty?
is it elaborate colors shaped seductively on a canvas?
is it paint seductively caresses erotically pressed on blank empty pages till it runs like a river dry out by the golden sun?
no, beauty is the shape of a woman her slender back a catlike arch. breasts so soft it aches at your heart. a purple long haired girl with a angelic frame. till every detail brings you pain but you love this ache.
this supple velvety smooth perfection.
fore she's like a goddess to me.
she's feels like gravity itself.
torn I am when I leave her.
conflicted I am when her softness goes away.
like it's alienated me completely.
the taste of porcelain.
in them colors of chocolate and white.
sweetness that felt so right.
yet I die for such vibrant color.
to see you in HD.
cuddled up with you in not so gone reality.
where the caress of your body still lingers on my skin.
a slap to the ass.
a side glance every now and then.
a gasp hard on your lips as I kissed you then pulled away.
yet I can still taste your lipstick.
my fingers painting away at you like some work of art.
bodies crashing together call it explicit art.
you are a cream color in a sea of chocolatey black.
yet I love my vanilla drop.
making love to you makes want you as bad as a heart attack.
yet I can't deny your body in a picture.
in vibrant color.
cuz I only want to see you.
in a crystal mirror.
naked.
as I sneak up behind you.
to devour.
to ravage.
it's obvious I think and dream about you.
yet I fall victim.
the crime of wanting you All the time.
©darkmocha
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