Subject: Lauren's Muse Extended
For hours and hours I turn this painting upside down,
Left to right,
Right then left again,
Creating a sense of eternal depth that would capture a moment of clarity,
A moment of awakeness,
A moment of truth,
A moment where you will take a step back and reflect not only on what is in front of you but also who's within you,
To not get carried away inside these pieces I have Opal,
Opal keeps me grounded in reality,
She keeps me sain, awake full of love and joy,
I love that she sneaks pictures of me when I paint nude,
I love that she sneaks kisses behind my neck when I'm painting for too long,
This lets me know I'm pushing too many hours in one sitting,
She is there to catch me when I am falling,
So I didn't understand why she left me in such a hurry,
Eight months ago I came home to an empty apartment with flowers, chocolates, and her favorite perfume,
She was nowhere to be found,
She had left behind things she owned down to the shoes she wore that night which made things very skeptical,
I called the police over and over and there seem to be no leads on the case,
Finally, after pulling myself out of depression and sorrow my friend Tasha suggested getting back out there,
Tasha thinks Opal left the country with another woman,
She always secretly had it out for Opal,
I never understood their toxic friendship,
Maybe it was because of me but who knows Tasha is crazy,
Deep down I knew that Opal would have wanted me to move on,
So tonight is the night,
A double blind date with Tasha and her friend,
Witch made me a little nervous but I also trust Tasha's judgment on a good date,
In a few hours, we shall see.
A kiss goodnight she asked for while we paced the outside of my door,
It was the first time I had kissed anyone outside of O,
This time I leaned in slow,
My gut had erupted in fireworks and my panties well,
Dripping into my thigh high boots I was praying she didn't look down,
My cheeks blushed red and my leg lifted slightly off the ground around her waist,
I'm sure she could feel my heat rising off my body while my vagina turned on like a sona,
The next thing I know we are making out on my couch with the windows fogged up,
Shoes and clothing spread across the floors,
And our lust propped open like cabinet doors,
I took her panties off with my teeth,
I glided my hands with honey on her inner thigh,
I almost came when she looked me directly in the eyes,
Once the tables turned she had me leaning over her lap with a wooden spoon in her hand,
Begging for her feminine dominance to join the party,
I will say a candle-lit spanking was not the mood I was setting for the walk home,
Before she could lift the spoon I closed my eyes to brace myself,
When I thought I heard Opal's voice call my name,
I jumped up to look around in fright,
There was no one there but us two and my paintings,
My date jumped up and asked was I okay,
She held my arms and caressed my face,
Do you want me to go? She asked,
I said no let's go into the bedroom and don't forget the spoon...
Opal stood on the other side of the painting pacing frantically screaming over and over. My love, please! Hear me! I am here! She couldn't stand the sight of watching her romantically involved with another woman. She had front-row seats to Lauren's new love life. The most painful experience she had ever gone through. Eternal depth didn't allow her to sleep or eat or live. Every now and then a chair would appear in front of the painting. It crossed Opals mind that maybe she had to leave how she entered. How can she find herself masturbating in eternal depth fighting through fear, anger, and hurt watching her lover be with other women?
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