I loved the artist in you.
Not just the colours.

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“Can I paint us together on a dry canvas?”,
the artist proposed.

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I wasn't born with Pink,
But too much of red.
Which finds it way
To paint the city
In its colour.
By flowing between my thighs,
Every month.

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life is like the "RAINBOW"...
Mind it and then Paint it..

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The picture we painted faded.
So what?
Darling we'll sketch this time.

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Endless sky and ocean so powerful
Rainbow turns the ugly blues beautiful

Freshening your pale face with green
With nature, joy and growth, life seems serene

To hearts of gloomy and sunny yellow
With the rising sun, everything is mellow

Ignition of a flame so hot
Orange influences everyone's thoughts

White belongs to peace and broken
Quiet but always outspoken

Red contains the sweetness of cherries, the art
Sometimes love, sometimes pain, red is heart.

Spring draped and drenched in elegance
Purple speaks of great relevance

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The night, fuelled with your gasp,
Your body, fondled in my clasp,
The leaves, rustled around you,
Your eyes, glittered the lunar blue,
The tight embraces elevated our senses,
As I swallowed your moaning dispenses,
Your hair swayed and swung and swirled,
My life trailed away from the world,
Our entwined lips kept withering away,
At the soaring zeal that the tears portray,
Your lustrous bites didn't sting at all,
As I hauled you up, the bedroom wall,
Your legs shiver and embrace with wild exclaims,
As I paint the wall, with you and our wild flames.

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तुम बहुत बदल गए हो ,
मैंने कहा nerolac paint थोड़ी हूं ,
जो पहले जैसा ही रहूंगा,😜😜😜😜

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