Idk.
She showed up at my door with paint on her hands
Said “I think I’m what you’re lookin’ for” and let herself in
I said “You really think so, fine then lets begin.”
I took her slowly within my arms and held her for a moment
We coalesced and seemed to progress
And that is when I caught it
The beating and the pressure
And the light shining from her heart.
Perhaps this artist’s mind is that work of art
That I’ve been longing to gaze upon
I’ve been wishing for the chance to feel
To run my hands across her slowly
And have her melt my heart of steel.
