Canvas

My fingers are spellbound
Like wands
Willing to weave
Wayward directions
In a-maze-meant
Only for your flesh
Finding what makes you fumble
Flirting pathways like a dot to dot
On the picture of your torso
Leaving tingles as they traipse
Every inch of you, in instinctual bliss

While my iris, imbibes you
Watching chameleon colours
Scorch under the intensity
Collide with the depths of destiny
Devouring the golden glaze of your gaze
Enveloping every electric sensation
That courses your nervous system
Tempering, testing, the static seduction
You wove on me, that I'm now projecting
On the project to protect my asset
Assert my intent, that my stare confesses
A conquest, a name?
No, you're a fibre under my skin
Each thought of you,
when i drink your words in
Makes me want to turn you into a canvas

Let me do that, to you?

My hands want to massage
Your shoulders, arms, feet
And just before you flat-line
In urges... you may treat me
To your divine revenge...

May I do that, to you... ??