© 2017 SJP

Her hands
paint my skin
with fire

sending
blue chills
down my spine,

these
magenta caresses
leave
cum-laced
messes behind

and I’m alright
with it

Her touch
paints
stars beneath
my eyelids,

her tongue
tracing holy glyphs
in secret
places
only she can find.

and I
need to be Her
canvas

because
it is all that
I
can stand
when She kisses

between my thighs.

Her hands
paint my skin
with
fire…