Adorn

Let me clothe you in nothing
But my impassioned words.
Let me embellish without abstaining
Until you're at a loss for words
To describe your hearts beating.
Let me trace your soft skin
With syllables that stain
Like India ink
That's sweet on my tongue,
When I taste you
After my writing is done,
And you're anatomy
Is covered with my poetry.
And then
Let me dress your every inch
With my lips
And let me trace with fingertips
The hidden world within you
Until you drip
Stars and galaxies onto the canvas
That we've made from bliss.
Let me disrobe you
From the worlds stress.
And in return I only desire
That you allow me to
delve into you
As only an artist can
For his muse.