Dancing With the Muse

 

Strip the painted jeans from my hips
And kiss the color from my lips
Pull the sweater o'er my head
And lay me softly in your bed

Make love softly with your hands
As I wander into never land
Caress me now with your tongue
And watch as I become undone

Upon the mirror the scene is painted
Flesh to flesh now acquainted
Imposed one to the other in bright hues
Artistically dancing with the muse