Brush Stroke
With one brush stroke
I attempt to paint a picture of you
Your beautiful face
The soft lines around your eyes
Your hair blowing in the gentle wind
Sparkling eyes
That stop me in my tracks
I trace your face with my hands
So that i may get a more accurate sense of how
To draw you
But after my loving hands touch your face
I cannot paint a single stroke
I am so entranced
So mesmerized by your beautiful face
By your spell
You are poetry in motion
Poetry in motion
I fear that I am destined to fail
I'm just not up to the task
How can I paint perfection
It would be an exercise in futility
To try to paint my lover's face
I know it would be a mistake to even try
Because I simply can't duplicate the beauty of your face
Just touching it leaves me weak in the knees
Your body is a work or art
I pay homage to Michelangelo
As I trace the outline of your hands
Gliding my lips across your fingertips
Genius lover
Genius lover
That's what you used to call me
Because I know what you need
I know just how to please you
Do you think it's just a stroke of luck
Or perhaps Ive really thought about
What would give you the utmost pleasure
No genius lover
Just thoughtfulness
Thoughts filled with you
And how thankful I am that
I was able to share some space with the wonder of you
You make love to me like I'm a work or art
I see the love light in your eyes
And i feel so grateful to have crossed paths
With the likes of you
Oh, the poetry of you
The poetry of you
The poetry of you

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