Painting

When I pick up a paint brush and start to paint
I never know what my hand will do
Sometimes it draws pretty flowers 
Meadows that stretch out so far beyond the eye can see.
 Paintings of deer playing in the meadow  without any fear 
Oblivious to the man in a tree with his bow and arrow cocked
ready to Stalk his prey

Sometimes I paint pictures of 
beautiful girls laying 
Naked on the floor with there eyes  closed so they don't see 
that a man stands just five feet away not caring what the girl has to say just wants her body even if she says no way 

Sometimes I paint pictures of a young girl 
Sitting alone in the dark with her head 
Bent low just thinking thoughts
 that make her mind wonder why she is non exciting a figment of a writers imagination 
But knowing she is better off 
A painting 
She knows that she's safe from
 evil eyes and stares that look into your soul 
Stares that make you cringe 
Make you want to jump into a painting and be non existing to anyone but the hand of a painter

Sometimes I paint pictures of myself standing in a meadow naked with 
My head bent low 
Knowing that you are near by 
With your eyes of lust and your cock loaded and aimed at me 

One day I'll draw a painting of you dead in a field of red roses with your 
Naked body being eaten by deers and thorns embedded in your skin while you hold your cock in your hand 
As if it was a paintbrush 
With your white paint you can paint what you want of me 

Maybe that would be my last painting 
Maybe I'd be free to paint beautiful pictures without you in the back ground 
Always hovering over me