Smear The Shadow

I bear a breast beneath his finger
Whispering over the music
One thousand sweet tiny kisses
A symphony of delicious screams
Frantic with beauty that has been left unseen
Chanting a love language by luscious wind
Through insignificant cries
One will recall
The urge to smear the shadows out to sea
Paint diamonds through the forest
Smelling the sweet skin
Worship, swim and run through me