As I stand before him
his bristles colour me
on my canvas of passion
His amber eyes;
reflecting a festive fire as
his smile unravels my
composure
bitten
wearing his marks
upon my skin
his brush elicits to paint
the hidden sensuality
pouring down
from my naked soul
I feel the
naked remembrance
of his fragrance
as it darkens over my skin
~
And on the morrow
the memory of his
intoxicating scent
reawakens my arousal
and I recognize
my need
