Paint Me a Lover

I am a painter and you my canvas.

How can I paint you so lovely as you are?

Something so flat and dull when you are so much more.

I see you naked, tall and strong.

Milky white skin.

Your hair, a dirty blonde.

A strong jaw line, and deep brow.

Eyes so blue.

Lips full and inviting.

Shoulders, broad.

Hair scattered across your chest.

Soft curves of every fold of your manliness.

My paintbrush now touches your flesh.

Each stroke of my brush, painting you hard.

Delight to my eyes.

Quickening between my thighs.

I drop to my knees.

Drop the brush.

My art, my masterpiece.

Two-dimensional passion.