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i trace my finger against your skin.. as if it were paper
and i was writing my sins
my thoughts are created from the emotions of my emotions
i light these candles
to enhance your devotion
taking my time
finding a pace that better suits the temperature of the waters that lie beneath your waist
if i painted you.. it would resemble space
beautiful and filled with mystery
history in plain sight.
sensual but intense
and magical in the same sense
my pen has written the same since you became my canvas
my muse
strong enough to light the fuse
i find myself inhaling nebulas and becoming high off the views of you
passionate and pleased
i become lost in you
lost in your mind not in just what is in between your knees
but i will continue to cater and place you at ease
as i trace my finger against your skin

jay g