Adapt

I am not perfect.

But, I am, a work of art.

I require intimacy

But, also love to go hard.

I am pain.

I am fire to your flame.

Rain to your shame.

Calm to your lost frame.

When I paint or snap away.

It’s my heart leading the way.

Many intricacies, qualities, emotions and delicacies are the artist for which you seek, it bleeds.

My soul is what leads this body for which there is no flaw no matter what others might see.

My body harnesses everything I need; Everything you need to dream.

Exercise and please my soul if I chose thee.

Genuine love. No lies. That’s me. Believe.