Hands of an artist rough and callused yet their touch is so loving and gentle skilled fingers that caress and paint my skin's canvas never once detrimental. Beside me, inside me, or just holding my hands fingers twirling my hair, falling all around me in careless, loose strands. The skilled hands of a saint with the smile of a sinner each time is a masterpiece, every time you're eager like a beginner.
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