Artist recreation Illustration 2012 Charcoal
I think I was a cat in my past life.
Ughhh I guess I'll make this more indepth later. Enjoy the sims music
I have not updated this at all I’m waitin for my figure drawing to be done but i could take pictures of my sketches and gesture drawings i’ve done
uggg if i had a phone this would be easier
Your skin tells me the truth
the valleys and rivers in it’s scars
the linger of her on your hip bone
The smell of me in your mouth
In the doormat lower back
I find where I can cradle the galaxy
And when your skin contacts mines
It’s disrupting the universe
You pt. I
How many times have I moaned to you that I was yours?
You fondled my breasts and
I found a piece of myself I was willing to give.
My legs opened treasures to you
that only heaven could see from birth
And I found brown curves that you taught romance too
I cried to you while we melded
And now I call you breathing listless
Listening to inflections of your voice
Rejections I’m not sure I can handle
Misunderstandings I want to correct
Return to handler
I’m not sure who the handler is me.
I thought I gave the handle to you
jems so sweet they taste like honey
I’ve should’ve tasted them first
Before you were able to spread them on bread
Devouring them almost to the core
Honey can be remade,
but there is nothing sweeter than the first taste
How many times have I moaned your name?
Was it one one-thousandth of a million
Rolling into each other while you cupped my lower back and regions
discovering hills and carters of venus
How many smells did you leave on my skin
and how many knots did you leave in my hair.
Can i count the many delicate whispers you spoke into my neck
Calling it forever.
While I answered back indefinitely without a doubt
Now this type of feeling,
it might be impossible for me to bare.