What is this sensation?

Y o u
in abundance
hand over fist
mouth over skin
spilling oceans and galaxies
between us
until I can’t tell if the stars are fish
(does what’s behind my eyes even exist?)

And I am starry eyed

bee-stung and bitten
smitten
Colored in
tender pinks
violets
and vermilion
mapping (my) skin
a reminder
places you've been

Colored by mouths
Colour in cheeks
hues I don’t recognize
imbued
this art
you've created
commands attention

I want to study
under you
drape myself over you
learn that perfect stroke
that paints me
pains me
frees me
and leaves me satisfied
Satisfied but wanting
always wanting
                everything
                            ­          you
                                                *­show me