Art

Those Legs

I look at those legs,

Those loooong long legs.

They make me kneel,

Make me beg.

Let me part,

Let me inside,

Wrap them around me,

As we fly.

I look at those legs,

They’re just the start.

To beauty in flesh,

Personified art.

My life is a study in art

At times impressionistic…

It stretches the will of my lustful desire

A cradle for snuggling, is where my pussy hides

As she plays with the strings that have been tied around my heart

My body needs a love that is holistic

And yet I fuck to put out the burning fire

Dousing it with passion’s temporary tides

I want to photograph you clothed.

I want to photograph you nude.

I want to capture you in every mood.

I want to picture you in the sunset.

I want to picture you at dawn.

I want to see you in every light with flora and fawn.

You are the beauty.

You are the piece of art.

You are what I’d capture as you’ve captured my heart.