Your Masterpiece

Punch-drunk on the brilliant color of your touch,
a kaleidoscope of sensation brought me to my knees.

Through the crimson haze I heard you breathe my name,
felt the tips of your fingers paint my skin in
shades of passion.

The grace of your lips emblazoned on my breast,
the tint you traced with your tongue pulled me
into a swirling hue of desire.

You brushed your hands in long strokes up my thighs,
staining my hips with a pleasurable flush.

Control fraying at the edges, I relinquished
my body, your canvas.

With an explosion of somatic sensation,
The Renaissance of my being is now
the masterpiece of your touch.