Paint Me

It's a song i wrote about sex. Painting is a metaphor for sex to me.

Paint me

with the lines between us blurred

Take me

somewhere they'll never hear a word

Burgundy and blue

Could be me and you

Making

some love for what it's worth

Laying

down to her gentle whispers

Tasting 

her lips like lavender

Feathers and candle wax

just sit back and relax

Paint me

with the lines between us blurred

Your canvas are these empty sheets

Paint me, your masterpiece

Picture you and me

If it were just you and me

Our lips dancing like chocolate and cream

Think of all the time we're wasting

when you could paint me

when you could paint me

Author's Note

This is actually a song, which you can listen to here: http://youtu.be/OcaoP60LfCE

Reviews

[R Smith]

the rhyme is up to the writer, I even make up words, so never apologize for a rhyme, this poem is excellent, it paints as the title suggests a picture of innocence and love, love the colours and the blurred lines give a dream like quality, ever thought of making it a song?

[Jared Pendergrass]

Actually, it is a song! Im just about to record it this morning. I'll have a link available by the end of the day.
Thank you for your review!

[R Smith]

will be a great song

[TheLastEclipse]

It is very frilly and I feel like dancing to it. You compel me, my dear friend. But, why out of all of the colors... Burgundy and blue?

[Jared Pendergrass]

i have painted one of my guitars, and i call the painting 'burgundy and blue'. Those are the colors i used painting it, and it's basically just those two colors swirled into each other alot. I was just playing on the painting theme, even though no one else would get it.