You have painted desire so beautifully on my skin. Your fingertips making lovely brushes. Tools to share truth. Emotion easily spreads in colors and starbursts. Fluid lovingly glows. My body is a palette. Your canvas. To mix and to blend with what you feel and where you have been. Your experiences and your love for me, written gently on my skin. You paint landscapes against my mountains… breathless and captivating. Longing to be hiked by your skillful hands and ardent tongue. In the dips of my valleys and rhythmic pulse of my natural stream you quake and peak. Your deep brown eyes, both lustful spectators loving participants in the art that you carefully create. The cool shade of my shadow always offering a soft mound upon which you rest your weary head.