| The Precipitation of Lust |
Pele
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And when Picasso holds me I quiver | 1 |
her breath is warm on my eager flesh | 2 |
her skilled painters' hands, | 3 |
trace my outline in crimson | 4 |
trained fingers follow the contour of my thigh. | 5 |
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Her gaze upon my mouth--intense | 6 |
and I forget to breathe. | 7 |
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My mind is jumbled in passion, | 8 |
inextricably intertwined with thoughts of Picasso. | 9 |
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She raises her hand | 10 |
to brush the strands of rogues hairs | 11 |
from my face | 12 |
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my flesh jumps at the sensation | 13 |
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but I find that her palms are no longer upon me | 14 |
yet I feel her still. | 15 |
Picasso's hands settle again | 16 |
and I lose my words when they find their place. | 17 |
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She touches me the way only true love can | 18 |
with subtlety and finesse | 19 |
softly and with charge. | 20 |
Picasso inscribes her lust on me now | 21 |
with long sweeping strokes | 22 |
she pens words I have never known | 23 |
and colors burns my cheeks. | 24 |
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I am flush with her, filled to the tip with her | 25 |
and with each gasp I know I fill her too. | 26 |
Our movement now is fast and slow together | 27 |
Picasso's and mine. | 28 |
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Each heave and thrust | 29 |
our own rythmic dance | 30 |
a graceful ballet of limbs | 31 |
of devotion and desire interlaced. | 32 |
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We are one in the moments that follow. | 33 |
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her lips. mine. | 34 |
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Legs no longer seperate but melded. | 35 |
her fingers now a part of me. | 36 |
And as we drift I see her closing eyes | 37 |
in the hazy cloud our love blinds us with | 38 |
and I know I have had a glimpse of heaven, | 39 |
strolled through these Elesyian fileds. | 40 |
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I know freedom. | 41 |
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I have found completion in Picasso. | 42 |
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My muse returned | 43 |
and now I can be the bard | 44 |
and she the painter. | 45 |
Artists in our right, | 46 |
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Picasso and I. | 47 |
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We. | 48 |
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Us. | 49 |
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enfolded in one another. | 50 |
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