Paint With Fire
Paint With Fire
Paint flies freely from his brush
As he paints he sees her blush
In both their eyes passion burns
Naked she poses her body turns
Temptation irresistible for her he yearns
With his brush he paints her red
In all her glory there on his bed
Textured skin a canvas extreme
Heaving, writhing, an artist's dream
Fire flows from his finger tips
In all her curves, his passion drips
Transformed into a work of art
Eternal pleasures, light and dark
For Andrea's Acrostic Contest.
I also used the first word in each stanza to spell out the title.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014
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