my body is a canvas / one touch and i’m all yours.

i’m fragile and you’re rebellious, what a heavenly match! but, heaven is not where we head to, not even home. we have nowhere to go. but, i ride the car like i have spots to hit and round and round. our night burns like it’s a flame. i could reflected on the way your eyes go down on me, traces at every inch of my body. eyes, lips, nose, this face is an art, for just one night, i’d let someone be the artist and build me half his arts.

the way your hands wrapped around my naked waist makes hell eventually seem cold. i’d go there if you ask for. you know i’ve lived in this body for all my life, but the way your lips moved around makes me think about all the parts i haven’t touched before. your kiss on my lips, neck, and the unholy part God has created — oh, i wish the sun would wait a moment to write your name all over my body and this bed. worship me and makes me weak in just one touch, what poison you keep in this secret? if you ask me do i love myself, all my lips could vow is that i love it when i have you in it. i’d strive for more and more, i’d strive for love that paints my insecurities away.

well, father knows my name is not a saint, i’d dive on my knees, consuming your head, eating you alive, burying my tongue, making you chant and pray to me as if i’m your God over this bed. passed midnight and we still tune it for the sonata; which has you and me in it. we watch the moon sink in me, disappear in your words, devour me like an eager wolf that you are. do you know that even the setting sun is nothing compared to the shadow of yours? if you like the bare view, put it in a blank canvas and draw me red. match me your slender figure, touch me in all places i’ve never been to, i’m all yours to draw.