If Only Your Hands loved Me Like Your Paint Brush

A wife needing love from her husband!

     Dance your brush over my body,

     while I tremble in intoxication.

     Make this bare canvas a bed to lay me down in.

     Stroke succulent kisses on red wine lips, 

     leave me wanting more.

     Cradle our love on the tip of your paint brush.

     Illustrate blissfulness with every touch.

     A tender movement whispers a flaming desire,

     and an emotional awaking hide behind a smiling face.

     Inside your imagery love blooms in sensuous colors.

     A blanket of warmth covers me with yearning as a subtle

     sensation caresses my most famine place.

     And I wish to savor every passion brushed across my senses.

     

     Ecstasy weaves into my mind and drowns me in tranquility.

      With each stroke a silent sigh wishes to be heard,

      But I'm left wanting your hands to love me like your

     paint brush does.

      

 

     

      

     

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

I think you write well and did yourself proud.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Thank you, my friend!

[Cameron@Poet]

The play on words is quite fascinating. An overall well done job! :)

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Thank you!

[Cameron@Poet]

Your welcome! :)

[William Michael Reeves]

I think I heard the susurrant whisper of your brushed words in my blushing mind. Your poem caressed my colors and inebriated my brain!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Glad you enjoyed it!

[Chris Shaw]

If only the artist was to love her flesh as much as he loves the art of capturing her on canvas. I felt the longing for contact here between the subject matter and her cool artist. Very nicely conveyed.

Chris

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Thank for the review!

[keith]

words are the art of the mind, of the imaginations within
each is seen in different manner by all
with time the balance is found giving way to words better chosen
for me to offer suggestions of change makes this piece mine and it is not my place to do so
i offer encouragement ... this is a wonderful concept with most beautiful thought given

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Thanks for your kind words!

[M. J. Smith]

Erotic, but sad, too. As if we were witness to a love growing cold. One turns to his art. One is left floundering. How long until they go their own ways?
Beyond the sensuality, the deeper despair comes through. The longing, the loneliness... It breaks the heart. Well written.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Thank you!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

WOWZA, very steamy and sexy poem. I thought my computer was gonna catch on fire because it was so hot.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Thank you!

[Neville]

this is so damned good & so very darned plausible .. you have caught my imagination & mark my words my friend, I am sure this is one of those that I shall re-visit every now and again .. Neville :)

p.s I do hope you are planning on staying around for a while :) N

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Thank you so much!

[Gee]

We to often become comfortable, complacent, in long term relationships taking for granted way to much and neglecting the little things, hugs, a soft planted kiss when passing each other, chit chat and even intimacy.
Your words are laced with longing and tinged with sadness.
Enjoyed reading you

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Thank you!

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

This is a really good poem. I felt so much passion and endearment in every line. The picture you posted speaks a thousand words, but your poem conveyed a bigger, deeper picture in less words. True poetry. Wonderfully explained and expressed. Tyfs

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Thank you!