The Artist

I sit at the feet of the master.
A true artist.
I study the technique.
My hands trace your movements.
Take my hand…
Lead me to your bed.
I willingly submit …
My body to your art.

I lay beneath you.
Longing to feel
Your brushes on my body.
Painting me in rich colors…
Deep Ocher and Blazing Reds.

Your brushes dance on the canvas.
My body trembles.
My flesh burns with desire,
As you paint me with your passion.

Painting and swirling…
Mixing the colors.
I arch beneath the master.
My body tenses,
You take my color
Gently mixing it…
Into a new color