Painted In Red

<p>I gasp when I see the painting. A clothless woman lying on a royal red couch.</p><p>She looks like a goddess sprawled amidst soft fabrics showing off the holy beauty which is her body. </p><p>Her stunningly long legs rubbing against each other her waist caving in her hips widening into curves her neck—a chic elegance—and long curls sitting on her shoulders.</p><p>Her face shows a bold fierceness yet a plush rosy blush.</p><p>The painting is dauntless and lucidly sensual. Simultaneously portraying her as an enigma that is craved for that is wanted that is loved.</p><p>The woman’s face is so defined and meticulously painted. I wish it wasn't.</p><p>Because the woman painted on the ginormous canvas is me.</p><p>I could feel him around me engulfing me with the same boldness he painted me with. The same desire he pursued me with. </p><p>Like he wanted me for himself and he would take me with everything he could give</p>