Days filled with colorless moments
Like canvasses without forms or hues
Devoid of meaning and filled only
With anticipation of a vision to come
Many are these manifestations which
Without your smile lack in structure
Without your scent are bland and
Like words unspoken stand for nothing
Yet Hope is deep within my heart as
She crests the night sky shining her love
Filling my palette with hues of
Desires for the taste of her delicate skin
Then I create and revealed are we as one
Entwined in a lust-filled embrace
Bleeding skin into skin and hearts
That swirl together and become paint
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