WORK OF ART.

Let’s draw my life,

Watch as the artist paints his wife.

I’m a work of art,

Get a plain piece of paper and let’s start.

You might draw me old and ancient,

Like the vagrant in your basement.

He stood in amazement as he admires my beauty.

Ate a fruity as he focused on my booty,

Admired my body.

I was still and steady as I watched him study.

He brought out all the colors,

Painted me as if we were lovers.

He couldn’t decide on a specific color.

Dark, a little more on that side.

Yellow, for your golden rich expresso.

White, if I do say so.

Dark brown eyes, some for your hair.

Thick full lips, like a solar eclipse.

Thin on the waist, easy to embrace.

The sight of you I couldn’t erase,

Move with so much grace. 

You look good in that white lace,

I just wanna keep you in a vase as I solve this case,

Of why all the boys chase,

Is it because of that face?

You’re indeed a walking art,

In my heart, you’re Indeed a masterpiece.

The centerpiece.

I won’t let you go without a kiss,

Your unique beauty is hard to diss,

And your shape is hard to miss.

I am a work of art, let this stay in your heart. 

The sight of me will leave you wondering the rest,

Cuz baby, you know I’m the best.