She was a composition sketch of his needs for love and wants of lust
the perfect dream of sea mist and honey drips
a kind gentle hand to hold and soothe broken bones and caress his heart
and a body of fire and sin to push his flesh through desperation and fill his mouth with eager hunger and spill the satisfaction of desire to soak deep into his skin
a painting tattooed under the skin of his soul and a song in the rhythm of his pulse
perfect beauty in the black and grey and white photograph
with dark secrets dancing in the mystery of her eyes
and the art of seduction seeping from the curves of her lips
and he was lost between the reality that he would never know the bliss of licking the poison off her lips
and the indulgence of letting his imagination print films of love
and forever tangled with thier bodies
as they tumbled and fell between sheets of lust and pillows of sweet whisperd words and he sketched her name and wondered if he was real or was he just made up of words from someones imagination