The Artist
>> Thursday, July 29, 2010
Is this a brush that I hold in my hand
Whilst you lie there...naked glory
All around me I see a blue haze
And glimpses of you...naked story
Billy Corgan growls ... i’ll pull your crooked teeth
I sit down on the stool...easels taunt
My paints lie wasted on the floor
Skewered, grimacing rainbows...but i flaunt
I see you walk away
Your breasts pert...can i squeeze, please?
Your thighs, milky creamy
Propping up that perfect ass...can i grab, please?
I peep for that one last look.
The door slams.
I grin.
Easel taunts.
Paints grimace.
I light a cigarette.
I wait.
The door knocks.
She walks in.
And I grin.
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