Am I an artist
with his kiss
painting colours on her heart
once grey now caressed
in vibrant hues
*
My words of passion
written on the forgotten
pages of her body
I set aflame her ardor
So she can see and feel
the beauty of her pleasure
*
She is his MASTERpiece
of desire and devotion
*
I painted colors
on her heart,
leaving her in puddles
lost in a dream,
soaked to the core.
Like melted starlight,
that pulled heaven
down to earth
inside a falling sky,
raining down our ecstasy.
Our own rhapsody
of muse magic
