From dusk til dawn
I finger paint your canvas, bare
Stroking through your soft blonde hair.
Brushing feelings beneath your skin
Pushing hard and deep within.
Painting colours inside your head
Blending you upon my bed.
Latex free to feel you more
I paint your walls and make you sore.
We lay locked in a lovers knot
Underneath, where covers blot.
A passionate mess, a perfect art
I frame you as you're dripping from your heart.
My perfect piece.
My midnight slut.
From dusk til dawn
Til eyes wide shut.
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Tainted From a Broken Heart - Poems
PoetryWhen one has their heart broken one too many times, then they become prone to letting go the next person they fall for a little easier. Possibly they no longer feel or maybe they fear from it happening again. Emotionally numb or snake bitten, their...
