SPILLS OUT IN RADIANT REDS

Swimming in those golden-green eyes, losing the world for awhile in your arms. A real-life day dream of only you, feeling lips and skin, wanting for nothing else. I find peace in a Sunday afternoon. Passion inside that chest.

It spills out in radiant reds and blues, flowing into my world. We're painting a canvas, dear.

Painting with longing in our bodies, Painting with passion in our eyes.

Our souls the paints.
Our hands the brushes.

Our bodies the canvas.



the love letter collection
submitted 9:13 PM EST
Monday, November 7, 2011