Art

Art.

A night strolling on clouds
In the tenderness of thou breast,
An eyeing nipple to arouse
A tempering heart thirst,
A pictured art in a night blouse,
A boiling blood in pot for test
The strokes on the edges of her curves,
A walking kisses from the palette,
In the harmonious touch of her skin colors,
A smooth penetration of oil on canvas,
As the bristles strokes felt on,
A plane pass joy for the kids,
Emotions captured on dominance,
Felt between her colorful thighs
Like talent and arts.

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