Clouds everywhere
Yet blinded by the sun
The rain pours
On my lifeless skin
Nothing is exciting
Because
Everything is mainstream
Pain is romanticized
And thus
Makes it dull
And boring
Real pain
Isn't what they show you
In movies
To understand real pain
To get a real taste of depression
You've got to be broken
Somewhere
On the Inside
And when you've been broken
Again and again
Time and again
You start to crave that pain
Unknowingly
You're too proud to admit it
You think
People will call you
Insane
And
Mentally unstable
Well
Guess what
Guess who lives
In an unstable society
Perpetually in pain they don't even know
Ever existed
While always lamenting about
These minor pit-stops
Called
Happiness
Pain is forever
Pain never leaves
Don't expect it to
Deep inside
You don't want it to
You'll never understand
You'll never know why
Only a few
Have made peace
With this obsession
Pain
Is what fuels the fire
To your euphoric depression

paint me
with the wet tickle
of your tongue
lingering with affection
savoring my fervent flavor
in bold strokes
of your obsession

color my essence
in heated hues
sending shivers
down my spine
in anticipation
of your warm breath
against my flesh
with every blissful caress
to ensue painted petals
of animation

with your supple lips
gently blur the lines
of my curved hips
softly stroking
the subtle shadows
of warm depth,
blushing
quivering thighs
as I gasp
of breath

plunge in
a primer coated palette
dipping your stiff paintbrush
deep within
the folds of my blanket
manipulating
a trembling image
of your voracious lust.

craze me
again and again
in breathless
****** glow,
your sensual brushstrokes
gently murmuring
layer on layer
in alla prima flow

delve deep
into my eyes
paint splattering
the passion
of my soul
drizzling silken strands
of love
in their entirety,
polishing me whole

and then
in blissful backwash
admire
the tangled limbs
interposed
of your
completed masterpiece
in smiling
sated repose