The magic of reflected love
Our love runs deep through skin to heart,
It’s permanent and will never depart.
It can’t wash away no matter the storm,
It will endure and grow as sworn.
The words we exchange their meaning sure,
The sentiment conveyed, real, pure.
Our love runs deep, our creation marked,
Our love runs deep, together forever never apart.
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.