Brushstrokes of Sin

Shades of sunsets in stormy skies, Starlit promises in hazel eyes. Pastel dreams in a neon embrace, Passionate whispers of silence. Hazy moonbeams in a sea of gold, a kiss so familiar, a touch so old. Dancing on waves of blushing clouds, laughter in lavender cream. Diamond in a pitch black sky, forever in a breathless sigh, fire in muted shades of grey, brushstrokes of sin and song. Damned by the air we have to breathe, blessed by the pain we're forced to believe, a painting, a portrait of all which could be, artistry of a lover's lust.