As I stand before him

his bristles colour me

on my canvas of passion

His amber eyes;

reflecting a festive fire as

his smile unravels my

composure

bitten

wearing his marks

upon my skin

his brush elicits to paint

the hidden sensuality

pouring down

from my naked soul

I feel the

naked remembrance

of his fragrance

as it darkens over my skin

~

And on the morrow

the memory of his

intoxicating scent

reawakens my arousal

and I recognize

my need