music
amid of their playground love
she’s abandoned herself unreservedly,
her sensuality spill passion
imprints of his lips shine on her smile
while his lungs, lustily, scan her venus
anointed in her absolute
beauty wears the name of his climax…
cryptic touches, delights, and suspires,
a bohemian time capsule in the wild
…
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the words of my eyes he sips them
smoothly with the mouth of his soul
then stirs them with a tasty memory
well guarded with smiles of his lungs
while tenderness rains with love’s elixir
and everything that our bodies mean
fulfilling lust with so nice to meet you,
kiss…
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her perfume in his thought, — an art exhibition,
sweet nectar fabricated in constellation’s laboratory
his perfume in her thought, — midnight desire
entwined gently to feel him vulnerable in her hands
but when midnight desire penetrates art exhibition
their universe pours love
thought and act of the god and devil are equally…
their bodies experience the astral journey
…
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he asked her, —
why would I wanna be today a paintbrush, milady?
and she replied to him, —
perhaps your feelings wanna interpolate with mine inserting your technique and poetic colors to portray me as you love it…
he smiled and replied, —
pink peony is your lips, purple sky and beige of the universe is your wavy hair, the reality is blue like your eyes, and your body perfume will depend on the view of the watcher…
…
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[artwork, — Little Master by Lucia Heffernan]
