She was an artist 

In her thoughts

And spirits 

The subtle sensual tease of her flesh

The fragrance of romance in her hair

The beauty in those poignant eyes

Everything about her was aesthetically fetching 

So when I tried to capture her in my lens

My eyes became clouded with desires intense

The curve of death 

The peekaboo of her sumptuous thighs 

The plunging cleavage of love and life

Everything...

Everything about her was slow and painful death. 

©LR