Cure for Writer's Block

My lover's naked flesh was my canvas
Brainstorming- I tainted your silky skin with naughty vocabulary.
Using fragmented sentences
There was no connection,
No rhyme or reason
Only splashes of unclear images

Among the wee hours, I found myself still fine-tuning details
With weary eyes and a numbing hand, my creation dawned
In the aftermath, as I admired your beauty, I couldn't help
but smile with satisfaction.