Poems I write but I don't know where to put

Paint

The sun kissed your skin softly,
Its rays wandering on it smoothly,
Illuminating the baby breaths drawn perfectly on your milky back.

Your hair messy,
Full of paint,
Your eyes closed,
Full of love.

I stood there,
On this room,
Between canvases and brushes,
And admired you closely,
Every inch of the masterpiece that you created.
The masterpiece that we created.

Your rosy lips.
Painted in a galactic colour,
Just like mine because we kissed.
Your cute nose,
Painted a dark shade of red,
The same red as the one on my neck.
Your puffy cheeks,
Which in them was drawn a kiss,
A purple blue kiss from my painted lips.
Your jawline,
Painted green,
The green that happened to appear when I caressed it.
Your neck with a purple red,
The one my love made.
Your belly,
Which sadly,
I can't see,
Painted with fireworks and rainbows,
Just like the butterflies on me.
Your back,
Painted with dying flowers,
My favourite flowers,
Decorated by other colours,
the colours i made
When I arrived to the seventh heaven.
Your thighs,
Coloured with all colours,
Just like mine.

Your whole,
My whole,
We,
Who made one in colours,
Just last night.