Ink

Signed and Framed Poem Edition of 100 and available as a 1/100th Minnaar Secret Lover A hidden flame, a whispered vow, My art, the mistress, claims me now. Her siren call, a constant plea, Steals glances, draws my soul to see. Her beauty blinds, her whispers tease, Across the room, on bended knees. A canvas bare, a brush alight, I lose myself in darkest night. She takes my hand, she guides my touch, A world unseen, I yearn so much. In swirling hues and lines so bold, A tale unfolds, a story told. She consumes me, a fiery kiss, Yet...