THE PAINTING #2

 

THE_PAINTING:

I need  her in a shining lingerie, 

A Mona Lisa for a day. An Ivory kind of  saint. 

Just somebody to paint. 

I  need an entire being to be my canvas,

to distract my world with magical abstract .

My mission is to make my skin glisten. 

A voluptuous body to kiss on...

I envision Your walls need a new coat of fresh white paint with unique strokes. 

It's been a while. This color is dead. I'll wet my paintbrush, dip and spread. 

Not even MARCY G ART (pencil lady) could ever paint your face. After first coat she'd enlist her friends. 

This icky paint is sticky and your wet secrets are pretty. 

It dries between your thighs. 

Beauty is personified is when you cry. 

And I... never leave out the corners. When I spread it on your face it's warmer 

I could use words to paint our romance. 

This size paintbrush will taint your slow dance. 

We hold hands; climaxing is an art...

and our echoes of silence are water based hearts to hearts....