Artist
Never have I drawn or painted
though I regard my body as my instrument
With it and voice expressionism I create
Artist,
can you teach me to paint
your body in ecstasy?
You can be my canvas
I will work your beauty
to a colorful blush of orgasmic gism
Upon your manly vessel and heavenly chest
I will blend the paints with my tongue
until one color flows into another
as a breathing kaleidoscope
Then you can push into me
press your canvas upon mine
While you paint I will scream a symphony
and teach you the melody rhythm
of my painted instrument
shreeSridhar ॐ ❤ ☼
here's an avid student for ur ART - FULL teachings ! L0
here's an avid student for ur ART - FULL teachings ! L0
Carl Harris
Poems don't often get more sensual than this, Sandra, and this was a very well expressed and colorful write, as well as an enjoyable read! I think if you added an "ed" to the end of the word "paint" in your first line the poem would read a little smoother. Carl.
Poems don't often get more sensual than this, Sandra, and this was a very well expressed and colorful write, as well as an enjoyable read! I think if you added an "ed" to the end of the word "paint" in your first line the poem would read a little smoother. Carl.
Oh my, oh my such a beautiful lust for the artist's brush. Might I dabble or dribble a bit here and there between nowhere and everywhere. Could I borrow some pink for a link and some lavender blush to maintain a bluish hush. Could I spread a bit of rose and dribble some milky-way across the format; imagine that. A dabble of crimson with a glaze of cream would make a splash form a midnight crash, whata scene. Then we could add some strawberry with a scumble of wild cherry. I love painting pie; it's such a sight to the wide eye. I'm a pop artist by nature and enjoy the mature. A poet friend...RH Peat