Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2021
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Paint Me With Your Lips
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Paint me with your lips
Brushstroke glides against unchallenged canvas
Assuredness of cool ever so true
High note and low note of kind of blue
So what of yesteryear; for the present moment is here
Miles and Gil imbue both artist and canvas with notes of skill
Sultry brass and keys of black and white teases our senses and heightens the incoming thrill
Tap into the set and rise of sun with yellows and orange bursts
Paint me with your lips
Decadent droplets of desire whispered by you
House on the beach in Malibu
Paint me with your lips
Rays of sun are like waves of sand drifting through my hands
Warm grains glisten as I gaze down at my palms
Canvas unchallenged is ignited by your deft pursuit
Tints of purple and bits of saturated blushed tones resemble angel’s fingers casting a pattern across the sky
Paint me with your lips
Impressionist interest you’ve taken in me
Abstract arousal is the flickering of what we’ve begun
Sketches of Spain drew us into a landscape of color, composure and contemplative notion
Assuaged in adagio’s awakening, the sheer curtains billows from dusk’s arrival through the sliding bedroom window
Breeze blows soft and desire blows hot
Taking your invitation was my affirmation for the exhibition of now
Brush of the back of your hand along my torso releases a sensual sigh
Paint me with your lips
My fingertips motion up your chest
Hands of mine feel the strength of your heart beating within
You smile at me and our lips connect
Canvas comes alive with artistic pleasure
Night ascends, as my slim fingers descend
Powder pink lace falls at my feet
Bra that matches is unhooked by you
Those strong hands of yours do what they do
My shy side appears, as I cup my breasts with both hands
You bring out that something in me, which eases my shy ways in your midst
I release the blossoms and am ready with you to take that lustful whirl
You still have on your trunks, but not for long
Standing there, sexy as hell with your intent so damned strong
Oh yes, I blush as we both know the melody of this scintillating song
Neither of us without a stitch
Paint me with your lips
Insertion and exertion takes us by storm of intimacy
Ocean waves are the soundtrack of our passion play
In each others’ arms, our two souls sway
Affected by you, affected by me
Scent of the ocean nearby is the fragrance of fantasy
Paint me with your lips
Ecstasy is an unknown expectation
Paint me with your lips
Framed by your brushstroke is where a contented canvas transforms into a masterpiece
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About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and senior contributor to Tony Ward Studio. To read additional articles by Ms. Scott, go here: https://tonyward.com/tangled/
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A.H. Scott’s book: Valerina’s Vineyard is available on Amazon!
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