Paint

I'll paint on every inch of you
And every brush stroke of my tongue
Will leave behind a little piece of paradise.
A new shade of words I cannot whisper
And maybe I can be a better painter
Than I have ever been a wordsmith in this life...
And I can let us float away
Into the noctilucent layers of the night
Until we're sitting snuggled on a cloud
Watching the world below quietly sleep.
Please just let me paint with soft fingertips
Along those rosy cheeks the promises I'd keep
Beneath this shy moonlight,
Allow a simple brush of my red lips
To draw themselves upon your fleshy hips
And leave behind small witnesses
That I have made my mark upon your flesh
And you belong to me tonight.
Allow me just tonight to hide my stains
Between your tightening arms
Until I blend, until I have become
One with your ribs, one with the thing
That drums beneath your skin...
Allow me to tattoo myself upon your soul
Like nothing that will be or has come before.