My once black bodice became a summer sundress.
As we spilled the blood of each other, the putrid milk of our patience,
As we made our mess, you'd undress me.
I couldn't express how the stress grew like an abscess--
But it didn't matter.
Vicious words spitefully scattered,
Then our voices flowered with charming chatter.
Even if my brain was battered,
You had me, entranced and captured.
To me, you mattered.
You had me--forever,
When you went on about whatever,
Losing track of time,
Losing track of thought whatsoever.
Giddy grins when you acted clever,
Even when you weren't.
Uneasy eyes averted, you'd bite your nails.
Trembling hands, bouncing knees.
I found comfort in your anxiety;
It meant it wasn't only me.
Long hours, lone nights, lousy days;
Solemn soliloquies, paranoid plays
In my mind when we wouldn't speak.
Something I did, something you said.
If only your mind had pages intended to be read
Like the stories, what stories lead us to tread life as if we're dead.
Then again... Maybe I'm just getting ahead,
Like I always do,
Predictably missing the pleasure of you.
My sweet icing's soured by your intent to ****, ooh
I know you do.
As if this is for the best...
Had you been impressed by my unrest to invest?
I've confessed...
I must go on.
This time you don't shy over my shoulder.
Gone like a ghost;
I wonder if anyone would ever believe you were real.

paint me
with the wet tickle
of your tongue
lingering with affection
savoring my fervent flavor
in bold strokes
of your obsession

color my essence
in heated hues
sending shivers
down my spine
in anticipation
of your warm breath
against my flesh
with every blissful caress
to ensue painted petals
of animation

with your supple lips
gently blur the lines
of my curved hips
softly stroking
the subtle shadows
of warm depth,
blushing
quivering thighs
as I gasp
of breath

plunge in
a primer coated palette
dipping your stiff paintbrush
deep within
the folds of my blanket
manipulating
a trembling image
of your voracious lust.

craze me
again and again
in breathless
****** glow,
your sensual brushstrokes
gently murmuring
layer on layer
in alla prima flow

delve deep
into my eyes
paint splattering
the passion
of my soul
drizzling silken strands
of love
in their entirety,
polishing me whole

and then
in blissful backwash
admire
the tangled limbs
interposed
of your
completed masterpiece
in smiling
sated repose