The mood within the room is loud
Soft music mumbling as background noise
Strumming sounds of a base and light taps of a symbol
The mood is just right
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Carefully I filled my pallet
Yellow, white, brown, red, black
Propped my canvas on the easel
Careful not to cover you from my view
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I dip my brush in the paint
Using you as my muse
Trying to get comfortable
Allowing my eyes to dip into you
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The first stroke is the most important
I paint you in the silence of my voice
Freeing my mind and staying in this moment
Making sure to make even strokes with my feelings
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Look how I made this part dense
A glob of paint so intentional
Similar to the moment of contentment I had with you
Dense but small as the moment didn’t last long
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This section here, it’s chaotic of sorts
The colors are muted, much like I’ve felt as I stare at you
The stories I could tell, could yell, until my voice gives
I sort of wish I left that section out
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This part is my favorite, I curved the brush to mimic yours
Creating every dimple and crease and fold
Regal and elegant, proud and alive
These aren’t your favorite parts, however tonight, it will be
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We sit together naked
I did this to get more comfortable with you
Embrace you as you are and hope you feel the same
Naked and vulnerable
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I sit back and admire my masterpiece
Hoping this will forever alter my mind
The intimate moment, unable to be tampered
Admiration of myself I suppose
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I finally allow the wine I poured to touch my lips, watching you do the same
As the sounds from the record amplifies
The mood was perfect tonight
Hoping to finally be comfortable with myself
Gala Serks 