Brushstrokes In The Dark

My blank canvas, your wondrous to do as please
Outlining the void form of me
Touching me with tender brushstrokes on the journey to morning

Stain my Chi with coats of yesteryears kisses
Wisps of brushstrokes upon the heart reminiscent of naked passion
In the throne of tomorrow, souls baptizing in the splendor of one

Brushstrokes in the dark amplifying the illusion of destiny’s wishes
Shading me in bit by bit with colors of rapture, lust, ecstasy, desires
Decorating my delicate skin with whispered hues of promises
Explorative hands blindly, roaming, molding, contouring my essence

Inscribing me with your oath of Heavenly bliss
Losing my breath
Losing me
Losing my soul
Lost inside you

Dipping your brush inside the rainbow of my wants, stroking within my needs
Locking hearts, minds, bodies into a blend of ecstasy
Softly drowning in the spiraling currents of tender words, soft kisses
Gyrating my body in the image of Him for which he stands
Which we fall

Pants of rhapsody
Lips etching over my tender skin
Lost spaces of us fusing, becoming one
Lust to give and receive, our bodies singing out in harmony

Surrendering in desires, sensations we speak out in tongues
Swoop me up in your arms
Enwrap my ambiance within honeyed poetic charms

We beautifully laid among the stars until fading streaks of the sunrise glory
Wrinkled sheets of yesterday
Telling of our fairytale
A beautiful masterpiece of its making
Brushstrokes in the dark