His hands
they were a paint brush
My body
was a blank canvas
Each time he touched me
he painted a story
I fell in love
will all the words
he never said,
that were splashed in colour
along my skin
J. Saunders
01.24.17 11:57 pm
His hands
they were a paint brush
My body
was a blank canvas
Each time he touched me
he painted a story
I fell in love
will all the words
he never said,
that were splashed in colour
along my skin
J. Saunders