The eternal art

You stood clenching Your black heart,

Like an unfinished art,

Using the tears as paint,

And insomnia to acquaint,

A tune of paranoia surrounded,

Dancing with hallucination bounded,

In darkness You found solace

Love felt like ages.

With a magnetic force I pulled You close,

My hands on Your hips and You are on Your toes,

My warm breath slithers through Your neck,

Sending shivers down Your body and Your conscience starts to break,

The stretch marks on Your body felt ignored,

I caress it with my fingers and Your emotions start to explode,

You start to moan and heave melodiously,

Slowly You turned the melody into a symphony,

Into the ocean of Your desires I dive deep,

Your toes curl with pleasure and Your turmoils fall asleep,

With the scars of Your body I draw a map,

With Your thighs around my waist You set a trap,

The thrust of passion broke the black armor of Your heart,

The colors of love filled Your heart,

as You became the eternal art.

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