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Upon Life's Canvass

Emotions up front and always true.
In knowing her you knew what you knew.  
Always open and loudly spoken.  
To be alive was to see her view.  
 
Slowly in time we fell apart.  
I sought in life unfinished art.  
But, spread upon life’s pure canvass  
she was an open and a beating heart.  
 
Our desires were spread across her bed.  
Stories painted in blues and reds.  
Her naked skin burned with heat  
as she knelt in prayer then kissed my head.  
 
Between her lips I slowly crept.  
She held me there and softly wept.  
We knew our love was growing cold.  
We fucked once more before we slept.
Written by LostViking (Lost Viking)
Published | Edited 24th Aug 2021
Author's Note
Lust sustained this young love even as we both knew it was drawing to an end.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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