love it

(again... smoothly, he flirted with her) —

why would I want to be a paintbrush today... milady...(‽

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[and again...], (she butterflied... to him) —

perhaps your feelings want to interpolate with mine

for inserting your technique and poetic colors

to portray me as you love it...(‽)

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[at his turn...], (he butterflied to her, too) —

[pink peony are your lips],

[purple sky and beige of the universe is your wavy hair],

[the taste of blue sky is the reality seen in your eyes],

[while your body fragrance goes...]

well, — it will depend on the view of the watcher...