Portray

Her pose, so charming in the candle-lit room,
her eyes fixed on her beloved one,
passion, unconcealed love,
her lustre white skin, covered in black silk,
her red hair bathing her back and the line of her smooth shoulders..
sublime she looked, simple... yet adorable...

The candle light dancing at the rhythym of a soft breeze,
the light flickering, giving way to the lines of her body,
which he painted earnestly, passionately,
the strokes of the brush here and there,
the portray of love, the portray of his professed love,
oh the way he adores his godess,
the manner of how things would only revolve around her...
her.... his whole universe...
her.... the beating of his heart

Her lips slightly opened whispered unheard words,
words that merely and simply came from the core of her soul... her heart
"I love you endlessly"
words pouring soflty out of her rosy lips,
yet he understood and no more words were needed,
for they conversed in the language of the eyes and soul...

He continued with his task,
savage brushing of passion, soft ones produced as if touching her,
mild ones as if attempting to capture the essence of her being,
no... no mistakes shall be made...
her portray in full candle light...sublime
her, a godess on earth, his passion and faith...
him, the sweet victim of her...

Moscow
2.12.11
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