I want you feel the burns on my cheeks. I want your eyes to be as blue as my eyes are. I want you to feel the weight of my rings and the fullness of my lips pressed together offering what they can't give.
I want to paint the flecks of green in your eyes. I want to stroke over your eyelids and kiss your brow with reds and browns. I want to comb back your hair from your pale face, for there is no shame with me. I want to graze red over your pale skin and make it come back to life. I want to tenderly pull the shadows across your neck and your delicate collarbone.
I want to wash your feet, drawing in lines that tell where you have been and how hard it was. I want to scrape the pallet knife across your back. I want to catch the slight curve of your hips and the thiness of your body yet fullness under the skin.
I don't want your body. I want what made me paint you.
I'll make you more beautiful than you ever thought you could be.
I'll make you mine.
I want to paint the flecks of green in your eyes. I want to stroke over your eyelids and kiss your brow with reds and browns. I want to comb back your hair from your pale face, for there is no shame with me. I want to graze red over your pale skin and make it come back to life. I want to tenderly pull the shadows across your neck and your delicate collarbone.
I want to wash your feet, drawing in lines that tell where you have been and how hard it was. I want to scrape the pallet knife across your back. I want to catch the slight curve of your hips and the thiness of your body yet fullness under the skin.
I don't want your body. I want what made me paint you.
I'll make you more beautiful than you ever thought you could be.
I'll make you mine.
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