Painter

[Hannibal]

Oh we were very much awake for it all...

the soft stolen kisses hidden behind doorways,
passionate embraces in dark alleys,
the bed of innocence destroyed by the lust that exploded between us.

Naked hands feeling in the darkness against undressed bodies,
wet tongues reaching in the skattered light,

Nibbles of seduction,
the panting of passion,

Soft hands like those of an artist,
Learning the curves of the object of their desire,
As if sculpting perfection from human clay,

And it was your eyes,
That covered me like paint on a canvas.

<font color="#00FF00" size="1">[ July 05, 2006 10:26 PM: Message edited by: Hannibal ]</font>

[Kalyope]

I really like the last two lines. I think the comparison between love and art is best captured within them. Good stuff!

[Hannibal]

Originally posted by Kalyope:
I really like the last two lines. I think the comparison between love and art is best captured within them. Good stuff!

<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">To be completely honest... those were the first two lines I wrote.

I wrote them, then didn't know what else to write.

I tried using them as the opener... but I couldn't find much else after it... so to the closing they went.
Glad you liked what spawned the rest of the work though.. lets me know the originating lines said what I wanted them to.