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I want paint a picture with a lover. We will cover ourselves in two contrasts, black and white, orange and purple, perhaps the primaries. When we touch, the paint will mix, the colors will clash, a new combination will occur. A canvas, an empty floor, a blank expanse will be waiting for the inevitable fall into passion. So fall we will, in a merging of bodies, intimacies, hormones, paints, colors, chemicals. And thus we will make more than love, more than art. It will be beautiful and awkward, silly and fun, different and messy. As the act of love should be. Always.

I can't wait. Someday...