An intamate dance
Of give and of take
I call upon you your body
It a part of my own, I wish to make
Your hair has long been dull
And your body worn
But at my touch you jump to life
Your spirit full of fervor, your mood never forlorn
I lead and you follow
Our beings joining together seamlessly
I grip you firmly
You trying hard to please me
At first, our movements are controlled
Unsure of what we want to create together
But as we slowly realize our end goal
We begin to work faster
I work your body to the limits
Needing what only you can provide
Needing the sweet release
From the pressure of the rising tide
As the end nears
I focus your strokes
So close, so close
My body feels as though it floats
With a few rapid movements we finish our dance
You leaving a unique signature
As my body finally relaxes
I let go of the grip I had on your figure
I look at what has been created by our dance
Nothing like it anywhere across the seven seas
For I am the painter
And from within me comes the masterpiece.
