Just A Poem
ART
Soft fingers trace wet lips
Shallow breaths escape
Eyes trace the canvas of your form
My mouth a brush
Sculpt my desires in your flesh
Knead your untamed thoughts
Give substance to your passions
Spatter our bodies with lust
Become a living Pollock
Lose ourselve in Sin
Let Bosch picture our folly
Our feelings are not manufactured
Like some Warholian nightmare...
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xoxo
Justice