Let my breath be your brush
To spread your color
And bring you pleasure
To part your clouds and thighs
Release the floods of dew and doubt
My tounge pushing demons out
By brush strokes traced along
Both black and blue and you
Till mixed the darkest shades of red
Of blood of soul and skin
Be not my prize of lust
It is the beating of my heart
That makes me dream of sin
I can love and leave no trace
I would spill no life or seed
If you did not whisper love back to me
My soul is yours
Chained to this fate
To ease your every pain
No pleasure need be mine
From parting cloud and thigh
I will savor ever crooked tooth
And leathery wing
And never cease to eat
Any demon to dare crawl
And hide within your sheets
My servitude is yours
My feet be puppet
And hands be marionette
To forever be your fool
My breath your brush
To spread your color
And paint your pleasure