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with each stroke
his brush filled me
up
with pain
with love
with resentment
with passion
with regret
with pleasure
every motion with meaning
every touch
captured the essence of my soul
captured me perfectly
he knew my every crevice
the corner of each wall in entirety
I stood there
bare
watching, as he plowed
through my soul
devouring me whole
caught up in the heat of the moment
he laid on the final touches
as his paint brushed
across my caramel canvas
he told a story
with his hands
just me and my body understands
the desire
the yearning
the burning passion
he didn’t leave my body lacking
he took me to heights of
unimaginable pleasure
not even the Richter Scale could measure
the frequency of my body’s climatic seizure
exploded twice
my body melted like warm Ice
he tasted my sweet nectar
as he applied pressure
he licked his lips
he was satisfied
that I was satisfied
the seed of our lust planted so perfectly.
we hit the resolution
came to the conclusion
I felt completion
it is all an illusion
I’m left defeated
quite a nuisance
wet with grievance.