The arch of you back as the brush
Gently slides into place
Long strokes slow and steady
Finding a rhythm tuned only for you
Body slick with the paint of the night
Each breath finding its place on a lovers
Kisses deep and tender as hands clasp
Tracing down the length of your body
Every detail, fold and curve left swollen
With passions fire and painters desire.
Never before has passion be so bold
Splashes of color explode across
Your landscape a perfect symphony
Of motion and light.