Random Wild Thoughts

Canvas

If the canvas is your skin
And the brushes my touch
I'm dying to see the masterpiece
That I could create with you.

Trace with lead first,
On your edges and curves
Mark my territory,
A mere rough sketch at first.

Use colors of the burning red,
Of a passion, lust and wilderness
A silky rolling violet
Of seduction and royalty and everything else.

Your eyes and nose
At the tip of my brush
Your lips, a slight quiver at the stroke.
Your jaw, I will shade it to be sharp,
And your neck,
Rolling as you take a nervous gulp.

And I'll work on you,
All day, all night
Till I stand back
With an exhausted
Yet satisfied smile.

My masterpiece,
Finally complete
As a last touch
I'll sign on you
With a kiss of my brush