song goddess
There is a hidden worldly freedom
in fantastic caverns of her creativity
when she climbs the high scales
my muse begins to recognize the melody
love me with your pointed paintbrush
she asks me, standing naked in front of me
in a graceful pose with an aria
to caress my delicate hearing intensely
I skillfully capture her in soft colors
playing with my civilized paintbrush
during the climax of the song
the golden glow on her tit
a dash of red between her legs
and silver nails on her toes
i like her singing qualities.
© Hector Havermout