Midnight Picasso
By Buzby
I will be your canvass paint a masterpiece on me, a vision of fulfilment that only you can see. Let your brush-stroke fingers stain my skin with coloured grace, roses on my naked flesh with petals on my face. Vivid red for passion, colours bold and strong and true. Stroke my arms with violet of a most enchanting hue. Pack away your easel I’ll be all the tools you need, from shapes and shades of woman, artistic streak will feed. Each kiss will be a masterpiece, a creation so surreal, no use now of eyes to look , just paint the things you feel. Drawing final picture as the darkness slips away, the passionate reds of night, are morning’s dismal grey. Gazing at your painting you admire what you see, pleased with your creation - the masterpiece of me. I quietly praise the place where erotic colours flow, while you gently kiss my cheek, stained pink by afterglow. (First Published in Quantum Leap) Written October 27th, 2001 © on Oct 26 2001 07:10 PM PST 0 • 16
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