His body is my canvas. (original poem)

 

His body was my canvas,

I wanted to paint every inch,

With the colour's i felt.

Not a drop of paint wasted, 

Not a curve unwanted. 

His body was perfect.

I wanted to paint galaxies,

But they were already in his eyes.

He was as beautiful as is.

Even paint would ruin him,

Because he was art himself.

-KJW

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