Watercolor

Paint me with your touch. As like a paint brush, glide your fingertip across my skin; color me with your powerful scent. Mix colors on my skin, like mixing my emotions into intimacy, affection, passion; paint me with your touch. My heart is now transparent; you can easily see through me; my feelings are so raw and so obvious for you. Water me down with your tender kisses; color my lips down, shades of pink and brown; I'm drowning in your watercolor. Paint me with your touch. My body as your canvas; I'm a piece of pure art, I'm pure gold, but priceless. And these feelings, I know, are lifeless, once your paint brush has been lifted from your canvas, so color me colors that are long lasting, ever lasting, draft me for later; I want to be your masterpiece of watercolor. Paint me with your touch. The land of milk and honey; paint a luxury home on my body, live on me because I can't live without you; if you need space on me, I can make room, so much room, just paint me in your watercolor. Red roses, yellow daffodils and sunflowers, lavender; you paint me so floral with your scent; your scent's like French lavender and honey, or love and sunshine, Your fingertips, your paint brush; your hands are so gifted. Creating pigments of emotions on my body; every feeling is uplifted. Paint me with your touch. You touch my soul with your eyes glazing into mines, painting shades of amber into the horizon of my sunset in my pupils You paint on my walls like beautiful graffiti, but I disregard every loophole. Your canvas, I am, so paint me in your watercolor, Just, Paint me with your touch.