Art is barely touching skin and knowing curves that are miles endless yet you are all I see. Just a masterpiece that these artists hands tempted fate with. Slow fingertips whisper just to taste heaven just to comprehend her depth. Feelings just to slowly melt on a Page. As butterflies fireflies remember the bittersweet idea of my name. My subconscious adoring what happened to be her frame again and again. I'm tainted by curves and feenin at the same time. Cuz the idea of her makes time not exist. Just down with the rain known as thickness. Heaven just cradled tight in my hands. To know love spelled like magic to belong to a Georgia peach pink tan. The way she is the gravity the oxygen that my lungs just try to exhale to understand. Kisses tender as I make her tsunami erupt again and again. To she's the canvas my heart is easy consumed to just comprehend. What is she to me? Just Bliss in my hands. No. She's my reason for loving or attempting to again and again. Just to get to lost in my subconscious again and again