anthology / Erotica / Poetry / short

My Picasso

Your eyes are pools that reflect your love. 

Your mouth the pillows on which I lay my breast.

Your chest contains the heart that I listen too that rocks me to sleep.

Your hands are strong enough to carry me, gentle enough to caress me, rough enough to show the story of a life well lived.

Your body is made of pieces that are a work of art. My Picasso, my lover, my muse.

Allow me to purchase a ticket in the gallery of your heart so I may admire this masterpiece for life.

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