Like the lazy days of summer I trace the outline of your body with the brush I hold in my hand.
Every curve, every delicate line.
The arch of your back on the cold marble floor
The warmth of your hips like a hot winters fire
Delicates traces of loves embraces
Leaving stains on your lips.
Hearts pounding as one, look deep into the night and find passions love.
Whisper my name with shuttered breath as my heart fills your soul.