Painting you… with love

And
As the robe slithers off you
The brush drops
Paper flits across

The chandelier resembles a hive
Yellow light autumns on you
You are electrifying, alive
Mesmerized, I miss my cue
Your naked beauty makes me naive

Thick xanthous rays melt into your being
A sculpture of liquid gold, unadulterated, clean
Just a black singed spot in the centre of your cleave
Your aura is overpowering, making love to me

Canvas, coal and crease await
The surging tides fail to abate
Satin and brush and your long hazel locks
Fall across your face like perfect strokes

My skin burns rather
As it meets yours in a slather
Every pore feels the kisses like soft paint daubs
Unbearable, it shows in your feet’s lobs

I love

painting

you…