I first saw you as an impression
But the more I stared,
the more enraptured I became
wandering deep within your textures
the way an artist stares far beyond his favorite painting,
desperate to find its purpose
yet you were a untimely masterpiece,
that I could never come close to dream of painting

Speechless as I gazed upon your complexion
I could see your soul bleed through the paper
how deep I could feel myself falling in love
with every single emotion you made me feel
I hoped that with each meaningful glance,
I would discover every mystery you had kept secret
underneath every blemish you had disguised so well
an imperfect, yet beautiful painting you were
that glowed with the liveliest of colors...

Art had never felt so real.

I want to feel
your soft lips pressed tightly
against my kiss
making their way across my cheek,
i want to feel,
you whisper in my ears
i want you
as our desires
admit defeat.

I want to feel
your fingers slowly make their way
down my neck,
and slide up my vest
i want to feel
your hot breath
dancing its way
across every inch
of my chest.

i want to feel
our bodies collide
as you make soft music
out of mine.
i want to feel you
draw pictures
out of the claw marks
along my spine.

I want to feel
your tongue
make its down my stomach
and between my thighs
i want to feel
your fingers slip
gently
inside.

I want to feel
you slowly
take your tongue and
those hungry red lips
cradling, caressing,
tasting, savouring
between my
pleading hips,

I want to feel
my palms smashing
into our
headboard
as I beg you,
again and again
please baby,
just once
more.

I want to feel
my legs shake,
as you create an
earth quake inside
of me
that'll leave me quivering
for days.

I want our pillows
embedded and engrained
scents, tastes
memories
that put our wildest
fantasies and dreams
to shame.