Painted,
I see the light pouring from your mouth,
a masterpiece with lines forging
your curves tastefully.
The delicacy of your skin radiates vibrant colors,
luring me to indulge in your enigmatic facade.
You glisten immaculately,
capturing eyes in fixation,
each brushed stroke consuming the naked mind.
The potency in your display of shade and depth
cling to my inner being,
tangible, you are my Goddess.
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