Art

Red lips surrounded by red hair
Writhing above me
Pleasure accentuates her form
Every time she draws breath
I feel myself getting closer
Using her body to create art
My head spiralling now
As her hips clutch me tighter
I can’t move my eyes from her frame
Beauty, sin, love, lust
It’s all on top of me
And it leaves me
Spent

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About Greg Moss

25 year old English and Media Graduate based in Manchester, UK. Contact me at: literatureandlethargy@gmail.com
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2 Responses to Art

  1. jihearn says:

    I imagine Millais felt the same when painting his Ophelia 🙂

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