How can I tell in public,

Words that should find their dwelling, deep within your soul?

For when I bask in the glow of your smile,

I find my home, 

For you are all I could ever want,  

And your heart is my home. 

If I could paint a picture of someone I love,

It would be your image that I paint,

For you would grace the canvas on which I work.

My brush depicts your form,

Capturing your sexuality,

Just as my fingers long to caress your curves,

Revealing your wants and desires.

As I stand at my easel, its legs parted,

I see your legs part in need.

I desire to fill you with the warmth of my presence,  

Every day, for the rest of your life. 

You ask me, “Why do you choose to paint me –

Why not a gaudy, air-brushed Barbie doll?”

And I shall tell you why…

Your mind, your heart, and your image captivates,

As simple facets of your beauty,

Glistening in my heart,

Your essence awash with life and beauty.

You are my love completely,

Captured on my canvas,

A human being,  

Not a human doing.