You're my favorite artist,
drawing every crease
and edge of my soft skin
with your calloused fingers.
Your lips paint my jawline,
working down
my canvas skin,
to my neck,
then my collarbones.
Where you sign
your purple and red
signature
In your eyes
my body is a masterpiece,
hidden away by too many layers
covering a beautiful painting.
YOU ARE READING
Bits and Pieces.
PoetryDear reader, this won't necessarily be a story, rather my poems and thoughts. If you are brave enough to venture into my mind and my work, I will welcome you with open arms. Thank you. Sincerely, a.f.
