You stand before me naked
Your skin taught and ready
Like a blank canvas
My fingertips and lips are brushes
Ready to create a masterpiece
My lips begin to paint the picture
Across your supple skin
Starting at the head of my canvas
These brushlike lips make gentle strokes
Moving down my canvas
Stopping just before the image is complete
Brushstrokes change and
Fingertips begin their work
The movements are quick and sloppy
Still my canvas receives my brush happily
Looking up and down my canvas
I work to fill in the missing images
Fingertips moving faster
My canvas ripples then lies flat
I step back and stare at my canvas
The faint shadow of my masterpiece
Still visible but then my canvas is blank
I'm ready to start my next masterpiece