I shake the bottle...loosening its contents.
I untwist the cap...opening up its color
I pull out the brush...anticipating its lovely paint.
I slowly guide it across the bed...letting it cover me in its lacquer
and then...I blow it...giving it a moment to set in.
and then...each finger becomes a canvas...for my lady love to show off.
Yea...this is a metaphysical analogy to show my man...I'm into you.
I was at the residence of American Blood Diamond, Clarissa M Watts, and it was surreal. The love inside of me has transmuted to ice much...
praying that you will be kinder, more forgiving, more helpful. not for me...but for you. light in your body...floating in experience...
L' D'ingly, He walked into the open shelter as it was holding the blue and entered my shelter with aggression big and I had to pack up...
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