Art.

“What is this?”

She asked,

Shocked by his lips

As they transformed

Into paint brushes

As if her body

Was a blank canvas

Waiting to be explored.

*Pinterest Photo*

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

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