She brings the colour back into my life. (Remove filter)
The Painted Lady
White canvas face
naked skin awaits.
A slight brush
light powder puff.
Smooth red lipstick
sparkling blue eyes.
Intriguing watchful look
black eyelashes flutter.
A golden smile
meets my gaze.
As I approach
rainbow door opens.
Loving sunlight dreams
head over heels.
Aspiring lovers complete
My painted Lady.
Saturday 24th September 2016 3:17 pm
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