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Like an artist
The lovers touch
with his paint brush
Delicately paints
An invisible landscape
Enveloped in Euphoric desire
Stroke by stroke
The canvas is adorned
With light brushing kisses
And overwhelming pleasure
Bursts of colour
Blended to perfection
A master piece
My body, yours...
Good reads
pearls and beads
I go to seek a Great perhaps
Knowing so many
Last words
But I never knew his
With life in its beauty
and death in its finality
Good-bye,
I'm leaving
Because I'm bored.
But alas
don't let it end like this
Tell them
I said something... Anything.

— The End —