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My Skin Is A Canvas Waiting ...

In my hands, took the brush of your colors.

Green, for your coolness and desires.
Yellow, for your hopes and dreams of instant.
Red, for the taste of your lips and passion in them.
Blue, and plan to fly free.
The black and white to blend their tones linger.

In my hands I bring the brush to let your colors
about me posing as a canvas. *