Could You Paint Me?

What a distinction if you were to paint me
Perhaps not so much my crinkled face
But my heart is the passionate part of my essence
My emotional orb that beats in lyrical desire
Could you paint the subtleties between the waves
Surfing in between, weaving through the tide
Where ripples vibrate in amphibios song
Translate my appreciation of your brush strokes
Into visual kisses of verse exploring my hopes and dreams
How tantalizing the creations you might make for me
Yet you are the artist and I, a lonely heart craving your vision
Form what you see in each pulse of my deep red flow
Spill me on the surface of the page from your ultr violet pallet  
Oh how I wish to color your world in the liquid warmth of me