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Your painting
And the blues are playing in the room,
And the faint smell of incense
In bowls, delicate mint mousse,
Here you and me, there are no prohibitions
And the curtains with a smooth veil
Hide the insolent gaze of the window,
Which is full of gray distance,
Keeping the old days ...
In a corner made of wood, an easel
Hugs a soft white canvas
We will write a portrait of Love,
Under the illumination of the stars
I am wearing a cotton lace apron,
Your torso is so boldly exposed
Fate will put paint on the brush,
And the brush will paint white linen
And you and I paint with oil,
Mixing a palette of two colors
And the white became red like a heart,
Without hiding traces behind him
You stand behind my back
And your image casts a shadow
And as always you are silent ...
I feel the belt on my skin
With his bare leather,
Barely touching the lower back
He became persistently in love,
And his sound is like the chirping of a bird
And I paint a picture with my finger,
I iron the canvas so gently
And our brushes write in a dance,
A plot for a new movie
You suddenly come closer to me,
And our shadows on the canvas
The art of passion drives us,
We are addicted to the game
One moment: I am a picture,
And you slide your hand over my hips.
And the oil is softer than petroleum jelly,
And it smells thinly of Spring honey
And the tenderness of your hands, like velvet,
Closing my eyes, I feel everything
Love and colors ... this smell,
I will mix with wine in a glass
In the deep shine of crystal,
the shadows of our lips will drown
On a warm May evening,
You will be tenderly rude to me
Mixed colors on the palms,
And my skin is like a canvas
Ready to be creative today,
As if having passed the entire post
And my hunger for your touch,
Satisfy your drawing with me
And give free rein to your desires,
Drown all your ardor in me
Oh my artist, you are beautiful!
Oh, how beautiful you paint!
And our portrait is diverse,
You, an artist, breathe me ...
And the faint smell of incense
In bowls, delicate mint mousse,
Here you and me, there are no prohibitions
And the curtains with a smooth veil
Hide the insolent gaze of the window,
Which is full of gray distance,
Keeping the old days ...
In a corner made of wood, an easel
Hugs a soft white canvas
We will write a portrait of Love,
Under the illumination of the stars
I am wearing a cotton lace apron,
Your torso is so boldly exposed
Fate will put paint on the brush,
And the brush will paint white linen
And you and I paint with oil,
Mixing a palette of two colors
And the white became red like a heart,
Without hiding traces behind him
You stand behind my back
And your image casts a shadow
And as always you are silent ...
I feel the belt on my skin
With his bare leather,
Barely touching the lower back
He became persistently in love,
And his sound is like the chirping of a bird
And I paint a picture with my finger,
I iron the canvas so gently
And our brushes write in a dance,
A plot for a new movie
You suddenly come closer to me,
And our shadows on the canvas
The art of passion drives us,
We are addicted to the game
One moment: I am a picture,
And you slide your hand over my hips.
And the oil is softer than petroleum jelly,
And it smells thinly of Spring honey
And the tenderness of your hands, like velvet,
Closing my eyes, I feel everything
Love and colors ... this smell,
I will mix with wine in a glass
In the deep shine of crystal,
the shadows of our lips will drown
On a warm May evening,
You will be tenderly rude to me
Mixed colors on the palms,
And my skin is like a canvas
Ready to be creative today,
As if having passed the entire post
And my hunger for your touch,
Satisfy your drawing with me
And give free rein to your desires,
Drown all your ardor in me
Oh my artist, you are beautiful!
Oh, how beautiful you paint!
And our portrait is diverse,
You, an artist, breathe me ...
Published 3rd Aug 2021
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3rd Aug 2021 9:10pm
3rd Aug 2021 9:25pm
Thank you so much for the love Ron. You have always brought so much love and light here and I really appreciate your reading and comments so much. :) xo
3rd Aug 2021 10:02pm
Your writing is luxurious
Bonded with your painter, I envy his talent and liaisons...
You bring so much to life
A romantic one would definitely say
RL AWARD
BIG OIL ON CANVAS LIKE
Bonded with your painter, I envy his talent and liaisons...
You bring so much to life
A romantic one would definitely say
RL AWARD
BIG OIL ON CANVAS LIKE
4th Aug 2021 00:14am
Luxurious, I love that! ;) And everyone loves an artist, right? You should know... I am glad this one came to life for you. Definitely a romantic, maybe to sensitive - but a romantic for sure. ;) xo
Love the BIG OIL ON CANVAS LIKE
Love the BIG OIL ON CANVAS LIKE
3rd Aug 2021 11:05pm
4th Aug 2021 00:16am
Thank you so much Absence, that means so much to me that you enjoy my writing! I love super sexy! ;) and that you thought the last line was killer. xo
4th Aug 2021 1:04am
Nude body painting is hot. The purest of art in the human body. Keep on writing.
4th Aug 2021 2:18pm
Definitely hot and fun! ;) The human body is a work of art in and of itself too. Thank you so much for the comment, I appreciate it and your thoughts a lot! xo
8th Sep 2021 2:09am
8th Sep 2021 8:40pm
Hey Harry! it's great to see you. :) I am really happy you found it erotically beautiful; I do love that! Cheers! xo
9th Sep 2021 1:21am
