Wednesday, April 2, 2008

the artists foreplay

see keep in mind that im an artist
so i will make you sensitive
see if i was a writer
with the swell of my pen i'd write sonnets to your clitoris
depicting love in its truest form words
and as they merge on the page i'd be declared your freedom writer
speech would be the farthest thing from your mind
for the words that would escape your lips would be written
think about it.
see if i was a painter
my brush would dab your breast ever so gently swirling your features like the ebony earth bringing greenery to the scene
the sunset would be your eyes when they close
after i've created the scene of serenity the masterpiece is complete
think about it.
see if i was a sculptor
i'd mold your torso as my work
grasping your skin like my clay
chiseling the contents of my mind into your being
seeing beauty form out of the depths of thought
think about it.
see if i was a singer
the words swooned through my voicebox
would call to the climax to form in the depths of your tantric state
ohms of heat would rise through your legs causing a earthquake of tears to stream down your cheeks
think about it.
see if i was a dancer
the limbs would fly like phoenix wings
soaring towards the celestial grounds where God can see my praises
think about it.
see i am an artist
and i did make you sensitive
now rest

b.poetic

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