Paint Me Slowly

~ BE WARNED – hot and steamy ahead ~

 

Paint me coral
darling
or poppy red
even tangerine

paint my lips
a soft rose
paint my carnal thoughts
serene

paint me
with the soft brushes
like wings of a dove

paint me
with the sable brushes
of hot impassioned love

stroke’em sensually eager
‘cross my glistening skin
and as I start to swoon
paint me once again

paint me
all up and down
with deep magenta lust

then accent all my edges
with sparkling golden dust

paint me lonely
paint me sad
paint me fragile
paint me mad
just paint me oh so good
because I am sooo bad



painted human body art — by: Alexa Meade

paint me bare naked aching
paint every rise — every fall
I love the liberties your takingk
paint me slowly — paint it all

paint my beating heart
a sultry saffron gold
then paint my tender secret parts
make your brushstrokes bold

titillate me tiger
with your special
mink-tipped brush

paint me a randy red-orange
make me gasp
a shameless blush

paint me wilding
paint me crazy
paint me moaning
paint me hush
just paint me long
and languid
and lecherously lush

paint my skin a steamy smolder
just let it all flow fully

please paint me lil’rough my lover
I like a bit’a bully

or fingerpaint me
in a frenzy
while my mind spins
and cannot think

paint me peach
paint me salmon
paint me lemon
paint me pink

should you run out of brushes
and exhaust your fingertips
paint me scarlet with fired kisses
make the final strokes
with your lips

*
rob kistner © 2022

Poetry at: The Sunday Muse

Poetry at: Poets & Storytellers

 


Self Portrait — by: Alexa Meade

Capture the Moon

 

That child
has captured the moon
holding eternity’s promise
in share

dreams of the future
‘neath a canopy of forever stars

feeling the energy
the vibrations
feeling the resonance
of a universe
of possibility

the strum of imagination
that brings song
to the young heart
that elevates
the courage of youth

the rhythm of spirit
that brings the thrill of dance
to young feet
that drives away
the stumble of sadness

the hum
of the hands of time
that will carry the dreams
toward the doors
opening on that future

but now
that moon child
is alight with anticipation

waiting
wondering
wishing

gazing
through the eyes of innocence
looking to that miracle
that is tomorrow

*
rob kistner © 2022

Poetry at: The Sunday Muse

Poetry at: Earthweal