Art, Digital drawing, Drawing/Sketch, love, lust and desire, poetry, Portraits, relationships

Only for you.

My eyes will harm you,

My touch to stimulate you,

My lips to love you.

I will end the day with you by my side,

only to start and begin before you even dream of another.



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Art, Digital drawing, love, poetry, Portraits

How to steal a kiss.

. . . the love of silence gave me you,


Your nurturing embrace bore me my,


Loneliness kissed me in my infancy,

it kept loving me and gave a fruit of Serendipity.



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™ XENOphagz, XenoGrapx

Digital drawing, love, poetry, Portraits, relationships

Lyp 101.993

Share me your dreams,

give me your aspirations,

love me your inspiration.

I will be influenced by you,

I will be moved by you.

In a way,

we can make and do it ourselves,

when a life treads and walks out of our life and love.

How would I know,

If I did not try,

sure it cannot be done by thinking,

sure it cannot be given by loving a life known.

Who will submit,

me or you.

Can we be humble enough to say,

and mean it with no words,

but I will always stay.



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Digital drawing, love, poetry, Portraits, relationships

. . . let my soul sleep

While the spirit dreams

of a new age.

An age where

You are here with me,

loving me tenderly,

I’d caress you lovingly.

Upon all the life can bring,

on all fights of argument and tempers,

I know that your hands will put up to me

and love me as I submit to your lips,

and of your hips to mine.

Coz baby, the makeup is as much sweeter

than fighting with our mouth open,

and ours close.

Oh such sweet forgiveness,

Upon your strawberry lip gloss.



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Digital drawing, love, poetry, Portraits

Shine me a smile

My dear,

I will come to you,

bearing no idea of gifts, nor pleasure or even 

the greatest hope of treasures.

All of my bitterness of the baggage

first from a past that haunts,

 a rage I cannot deny,

I hold it til it blurs my eye.

This is not mine to give,

will you take it away,

My darling Thea,

My love,

your eyes are my happiness.

your smile banishes everything in sight.

your touch to sense what I cannot.

your love makes me,

what I am not,

for I am weak upon the cradle of your bosom.

for I can be yours of now and the moment

where you lead my emotions into 

a potential in wealth and abundance.



®artsydhude 97-18


Digital drawing, love, poetry, relationships

Poem. ,

a definitive accusations wherein lies a heart dismantled.

a defining minutes of every second of centuries of emotional languishing upon a heart. . .

. . of one’s own amusement;

. . of one’s own lamentations;

but only one true construct

and of condition to train,

One heart remains beating to the rhythm.

would that be,

yours, mine

or someone

who still loves us,

Who can . . 


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