I will drink the water colors dripping from your lips
And let the saturation flow across my tongue as I sigh and grin in bliss
Even though I know better I can't help but feel satisfaction at our touch
This throat of mine is yours to paint with the water from your brush
You need not take but just a minute to fill me with your color
And I shall stay down on my knees while we're drenched in one another
For it is not enough for just my eyes to witness you in full
But rather I must take the pigments onto me that from your mouth do fall