I will make you mine,
strum my song upon your flesh,
press the keys to your existence
like a piano, hum so caringly
to your hypnotic body, your wholeness
like a vivacious violin, indulging
in your nakedness, in the passionate
innocence of your instrument.

I will hold you like a prized painting,
admiring your bewitchingly iridescent hues
of pink, orange, and yellow, your mellow
voice so meticulously orchestrated,
your radiance like the sweet rays
of the sun, projecting its light
inside my creation.