The Model
& the Artist
and she walked
with poise and
precision across
the room, never
averting her eyes.
her smile didn't move
but stayed still on her
face, like a painting,
from oil and grace
painted by his hands
and breath.
he moves her hair over
her neck and pushes her
back on the bed.
skin on skin, hand trail,
thoughts within, fold and
recoil across the walls of
his brain as all he can think
is that he doesn't deserve
this beautiful masterpiece
that is smiling in peace.
☆
lol, kim an 'explicit' content. who would've though that would happen. i didn't.
this is more tumblr drabble poetry.