Gentle touch of giant hands
Upon a fragile canvas tainted
Images that create desire
A stroke of passion finely painted
Colors that mix with ease
Assorted hues vivid, bright and keen
Wanting, craving, needing to please
The artist stands back to study his piece
Transparent, matted, bold or radiant
Which shall he choose this night?
Or will his brush not feel the grip
Of hands that are warm and soft
The image he creates is unknown
For he has never seen it before
In his dreams, wild she runs
As his hands yearn to touch
Touch that ignites his passion to paint
The image of his muse, she defines
His needs, his thoughts as her
Presence allows him to breathe.
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