Let me be your work of art.
Trace my lines with your fingers,
Sketch me out roughly with your lips,
Color me in with kisses --
Breathe life into my hollow body
With your sighs.
Mold me into your masterpiece.
My body is your willing canvas:
To burn
To carve
To fill
Do what you will with me
But when you’re done,
I hope you tell your friends
That out of all your creations
I was your favorite.