i loved the way he made me feel.the way he warmed my insides and made my lady parts drum.i loved the way he looked at me, as if I was the best thing that God had created.and, just for him. his round eyes and solid frame was a source of inspiration.i found myself scribbling his features into my pieces. one after the other.stroking my canvas as I imagined he'd stroke me. and, when he finally did, we'd make one unique piece.
i loved the way he made me feel.the way he warmed my insides and made my lady parts drum.i loved the way he looked at me, as if I was the best thing that God had created.and, just for him. his round eyes and solid frame was a source of inspiration.i found myself scribbling his features into my pieces. one after the other.stroking my canvas as I imagined he'd stroke me. and, when he finally did, we'd make one unique piece.
