Pleasure

Painting is fun.

You slide like silk--
wet and oily,
making my body tingle with excitement.

Your beauty encapsulates my very being,
your smell is exotic and cryptic,
you make no sound as you do your work,
but you illicit moans of appreciation from myself.

I like to have power over you,
and sometimes I like to be left powerless,
letting whatever may come flow out,
eventually we are finished.

I am wet,
I am oily,
I am satisfied.

I place you on the wall allowing you to dry,
While your colors mingle and take shape,
I take a shower and wash off our passion.

Reviews

[Ari]

As an erotic poem, this didn't capture my attention. However, after reaching the end, I definitely have a new appreciation for it.

[Leah Simone]

Rather devilish - this erotic relationship between man and his art- to allow it control as much as he controls it. The wet and oily - reiterate the sensual tone very well. The twist had that touch of humor - not taking itself too seriously. I enjoyed this - made me smile.