passion artist

i feel you still,
fine tuned fingertips
trace the lines of my body
painting me with passion's blush
creating movement within--
stirring, stroking, teasing
my flesh to your vision.

i hear you still
the lull of your voice
harmonizes my sensation,
all at once and orchestrated supremely
leaving me deaf to
my indecision, my self-c0nsciousness--
my skin surrenders to your song.

i beg to be
the strings you play
with equal lust and precision,
arching in your arms
cradled in your strength
resonating with your will--
you the composer of my passions.

i will be your Helen,
your David,your Eternal Idol
molded by you, for you,
your stone fantasy turned flesh--
the promise of your sculpting hands
shape me, smooth me,
scuplt me from your desire.


~for my artist who inspires me to breathe fully and deep
~for my artist who divines me regardless of my cover
~for my artist of sexual exploration and loving words
~for my artist who now slipped to silence
~for all my artists and the creations you allow me,
thank you.