We are artists, you and I,
Crafting scenes beneath the sky.
Masks are donned, we play our part,
In this masterpiece of sex and art.
The studio of desire in which we create,
Bodies entwined, a symphony of fate.
With every kiss, a brushstroke bold,
In the fire of touch we’re uncontrolled.
On the floor, we lay our dreams,
Splashes of color, vibrant streams.
Each sign a note, each stroke a plea,
I’m your canvas on bended knee.
