Blank canvas..

The Darkest Fairytale

Speak the language we only speak,
The fire of a writer,
Leaves me weak.
Flames of passion which I crave,
Electric shocks of seduction,
Absorbed to lyrical waves.
A masterpiece a work of art,
It’s the creative way,
You draw in my heart.
Pulling me into every emotion,
Writing me into pages,
That are deeper than oceans.
The way your ink draws me in,
Like a magnetic pull,
Under my skin.
Let your imagination go free,
I can be your blank canvas,
Write your insanity upon me.

K

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