Never have I drawn or painted
though I regard my body as my instrument
With it and voice expressionism I create
Artist,
can you teach me to paint
your body in ecstasy?
You can be my canvas
I will work your beauty
to a colorful blush of orgasmic gism
Upon your manly vessel and heavenly chest
I will blend the paints with my tongue
until one color flows into another
as a breathing kaleidoscope
Then you can push into me
press your canvas upon mine
While you paint I will scream a symphony
and teach you the melody rhythm
of my painted instrument
