An Artist's Mind...

An enchanting chain of luminous ivory permeates my existence with curious disorientation while contours of supple pleasure encase a vast vocabulary of defiance and submissiveness… leaving me perpetually enticed by the desire of their flavor.

Dark pools of the deepest vagueness… encased by gentle seduction, appeal and intelligence penetrate my soul with such a vigilant precision, I can only stare.

Unspoken thoughts of passion are cast out by gestures so cautiously arranged I find myself perplexed by their very existence… Your curves earn respect for the sculptor… the realization that if my hands with all of their talent possessed the competence to create such beauty…

… My name would be God.

My mind is an eccentric and extraordinary place that feeds upon beauty and nature. My heart is a vast realm of feelings and emotion. My talent survives only to serve both.

A muse to me is precious.

She is pampered with poetry, art, and music… Indulging in fantasy as well as reality… more delicate than even the finest glass… more precious than any other…constantly preserving my interest since she is eternally altering her moods, clothes and wit. I slave passionately attempting to recreate every inch of her being that can be created by any other hand than that of god.

I must adore her. For she is a gift to my love… …

My love of Art.

 

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