Set my easel in our room
To paint her minds canvas
She's sound asleep I
Don't know if she loves me
I want love
I think she likes to watch
Candles compelled by the heat
Drip wax down my body
That is why she sets me aflame
Majestically burning
Phantoms sharing my desire
As if coeds laying siege to the night
Her eyes two golden-flecked tigress
Prowling through the bushes
A beautiful neon tease
Unequalled bliss becomes the rhythm of my mind as her
Heart becomes vulnerable
Her love is free for the taking as I
Get caught in the downpour
A rainbow colors places made for love
Strip off our clothes to lay on dry sheets
Lap up the longing lust unfurled in musky scents
While sultry sounds escape the underbrush
Like a wicked tongue of steam in a misty jungle
Tender thoughts untethered from nylon superstition
Yielding to taste the forbidden fruit of creative evolution.
