If I handed you the blue and red paint...
would you use my body as your canvas
colour your essence upon my pale skin
purple paint strokes sing of longing
leaving beautiful marks upon my flesh
gliding down my spine in heated passion
yellowish gold for the beacon of light
you forever lay upon my broken mind
chasing the elusive shadows from my fractured essence
piecing the image of us together with every stroke
as the bristled brush... pink and crimson
hits against my backside in strikes and flicks
severing the sorrow found within
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
Offline) - Published: April 27th, 2022 01:53
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Comments2
Completely beautiful ! Love your poem .. so nicely expressed 🙂🌸
Thank you
Kitty on fire? Will she burn up?! lol.
Hahaha 😁
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