The Artiste
Tingling sensations upon my skin
Softly crying out in pleasure
As he moves with magic
Across the canvas of my body
Painting blissful contentment
For exquisite moments in time.
The Artiste
Tingling sensations upon my skin
Softly crying out in pleasure
As he moves with magic
Across the canvas of my body
Painting blissful contentment
For exquisite moments in time.
heartmindsoul commented on The Artiste
08-13-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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