Poem by Sunita Paul

Poem by Sunita Paul
If I were a painting
You would behold me with love
Colour me all over from bottom to above
Dipped in the hues of passion, each stroke of your brush
Would make me alive as I blush
For hours you would work on me
Covering me up as anyone would come to see
To you I’m not an work of art
You have made me your integral part
Days pass , nights flow
Your passion for me makes me glow
I seduce you at times when you don’t pay me heed
Your addiction in me made me addicted to you indeed
As your fingers caresses all over me
I wish I had life and remain forever thee.

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