True Art

Quick breaths and silent gasps,
a warmth overwhelms me
the lips, the gates of feeling,
yours the keys

Eyes, wide as ever,
so wide every emotion lay bare
exposed to the elements,
but protected by each others

The sound of bare skin,
scraping upon another
pulling away at the garments of intention,
our bosoms nude

Comforting words spark the fire,
kindling in the deliverance of uneasiness
expressive, exuberant, enticing,
draws us ever closer

Unsteady hands move further downward,
the kiss of fingertips gliding so smoothly
stopping, paused at the queer sense,
of a foreign feeling that is no longer skin

The anticipation rises,
all is unsheathed
you the blank canvas of imagination, the paints of creation,
and I the brush

slowly it starts, gentle movements,
every stroke of the brush beautiful
vibrant, vivacious are the colors created,
we are further provoked

The music of passion billows from our instruments,
our bodies in prefect harmony
the song starts its crescendo,
the tempo rises

All of a sudden, the tension drops,
the pinnacle has been reached
basking in the ecstasy,
back to reality

The true feeling's there to stay, though,
the feeling always there
it's the reason for the art painted, the sounds created,
the feeling is true art