The Artist

Pearly drops of body juice
Of varied aroma delighting
Spiraling wisps of sanctity
of something beneath the masterpiece

Kneading smooth skin
Chafed against dark mid night hues
Undressed feet touch satin lips
Love color turns scarlet
behind dainty strokes of amethyst candor

the artist gets bolder

vigorous strokes
blind the muse
tempting thoughts profuse
smearing palette with moist desire
the artist paints the climax

of loud, rapid sequence
muscle contraction
below the curved line
he rubs away miscalculated brush strokes
aspiring in mind

caressing the tool of yearn
in rigid pain
he unseals the better half
to sip the nectar offered
watching her tire
with great desire

now borrowing her
from reality, of her own self
coloring her in dreams