I Paint Your Face

Picture perfect blush a cheek feathered faintly brushed a lisa moaned sweet lips with you. Athens never waited venus saw before your birth sretching hand fingers stroke hot tempered brow is true. Inside a bottle lays no mith smokey tendrils lay adrift floating make up was a trip always late with you. Noting face never flawed music words tounge have told beauty face always bold trembled breath I held. Treaty eyes a silver lense cameras snap all pictures sends a golden bolt the arrow weights a graceful age new hue.