Now there she stood at the front of a piece so valuable and sentimental. That speaks her mind and body in beautiful ways she had never felt before, reliving it was — and the click of shoes behind her was its master.
She never turned, she just felt, there was no need for she knew whom it would be, and let his arms glided around her frame; painting her again.
Forming another piece but without the picture of her, just faded.
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She was back, a dream or not, he would accept and always grasp, even in little time, he would always want her.
And she would always be there, wanting him.
As the center, with him painting her skin with his skillful hands, and just a touch will send her over the edge;
Of an endless bliss.
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Poetry"Aloha." "H-hello." "-I meant Goodbye." Whenever you create art, your goal is to create a sanctuary of beauty in this ugly world. Vincent is the artist and Iris is the art. #2 Artistry 4.14.19 All rights reserved @2019
