Before me is a canvas
Pristine and pure
Pristine and pure
Waiting to be ravaged
The light is just right
My palette here beside me
Brushes all in a row
Creative juices start to flow
Drifting into a haze
My seduction has begun
My hands become my brushes
The feel of paint is
Smooth and silky
The scent of paint
Brings me to a euphoria
My hands dancing with color
Reds for passion
Blues for calm
Yellows for the happiness felt
My eyes are closed
Enjoying the trance
Frantically working faster
Still my eyes see
My hands wander
Caressing my body
Ecstasy felt at each touch
Warmth spreading throughout
Ending in the most pleasant of spots
Still there is no stopping
The urge is too strong
Frantically stroking
Creating until exhausted
When finally done
The canvas now sated
There is a rendition of us
My body covered in color...
© 2008 19 oct/cb
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