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write me a lifelike faerie tale
where the ending is not so perfect everafter
but just the simple touch of your fingertips
against mine.

for it takes an artist to make holding hands ecstasy,
and love,
you became one long ago.

so spread paint on my arms
and tell our stories by placing blue
in the indent of my palm
and streaking red hot along my collarbone.

you let your guard down when you paint me;
my body tells you more than my voice ever will.

"i know the exact moment i fell for you," you say,
murmuring seductive purple against my neck.
"you said you wanted to find art in touch."
and you, my darling, a muse.

Description
write me a lifelike faerie tale
where the ending is not so perfect everafter
but just the simple touch of your fingertips
against mine.

for it takes an artist to make holding hands ecstasy,
and love,
you became one long ago.

so spread paint on my arms
and tell our stories by placing blue
in the indent of my palm
and streaking red hot along my collarbone.

you let your guard down when you paint me;
my body tells you more than my voice ever will.

"i know the exact moment i fell for you," you say,
murmuring seductive purple against my neck.
"you said you wanted to find art in touch."
and you, my darling, a muse.