Ghosts of feeling,
Tingling like electricity.
The tempo is slow,
Gentle waves lapping a shore,
Up, down and back again.
Breaths are the wind,
Rustling the leaves on the trees.
Flower blossoms in spring flying,
Gentle as a rose petal, the touch feels,
His lips soft and loving.
She drinks in his scent,
Her favorite perfume.
Vision is blurred with love and tenderness,
Artists hands on skin,
Painting pictures,
Muscles memorized,
Cherishing the beauty that is her lover.
Eyelids close like butterfly wings,
Fluttering gently in the soft wind,
As the ghosts become reality.
And she takes him to a realm,
One of bliss,
One of hope,
A young woman named Allison loved making art, and practiced painting all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical cats, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic San Francisco, and a portrait of Emma Watson that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby sock for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in painting to create the mo