Be the artist of me
mix smiling limbs with sensuality
enhance the textures of levels played
forever safe in the confines of your canvas
clouded within your pleasures paint
stroke fade blank spaces away
colour my spirit in vibrant tints
red infusing blue yellow and green
flicking bristles tickle across flesh
entwining time as space upon the page
enchant with neons illuminating radius
to spark lust filled ropes spiral
balanced always on libidos point
brush away sharp judgment eyes
and marvel at your art
you are my personal artist
set me free to fly through sub-space
mind and body relaxed entirely
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
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I'm gonna join that art class pronto! lol.
Lol ooo wouldn't it be fun if it was an art class lol
Erm, I only joined for my interest in art - really! That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it. lol.
Beautiful colourful words katie bringing total relaxation to you.
Andy
Thanks andy
Marvellous lines.
Thank you
This image implanted the visions of psychedelically painted hippies at Woodstock dancing so freely as they did,..and were,and your words were the fuel that held it all through sub-space.🚀 A time I'd HAVE to travel to if I had a time machine. The best line I've heard about Woodstock is 'Those who say they remember being there,were never really there😜 Great vibrant write Katie 🌟🌹😘✌️🕊
Thank you 😊
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