In a pristine white room
With cathedral ceiling and moonlit skylight
Chords of Ravel swell, tantilizing the flames
Not in the fireplace
The mind is the furnace of lovers!
Devouring one another's nudity
They begin to circle their prey
Nude on a canvas stage
Candles cry indian chants
Spuring them on
Their eyes are locked, handcuffed, hot
In a no touch game memorizing curve and plane
This is how it feels to be on fire!
They slowly kneel and dip their hands
He in black and she in red paint
Nude on a canvas stage
He touches her nipple,
Then blackens her hips
She reddens his manhood
And traces his lips
Color is erotic when it comes to sex!
They paint every inch of each other's flesh
Til they melt down like teasing wax
One flame now full ablaze, passions rage
Nude on a canvas stage
The masterpiece is forming
Breath like dragons catch
Ignite in lungs silently screaming
This is how it feels to be on fire!
Entry marked by red nails on canvas clawing down
Punctuated by black knee spots round
There is no class there is no age
Nude on a canvas stage
The undulating moment errupts
Pierced names break their way out
Shattering glass walls with hot lava sex
I love you screams a thousand words!
Liquid love like glue in black and red hue
Mixes to create the most erotic art play
Nude on a canvas stage
Now their masterpiece hung by nail
Winks to a dinner party from living room wall
Intriguing modern art to some, "nice painting"
to others
This is how it feels to be on fire!
Knowing a secret having shared an affair
Lovers know discretion of the game
Nude on a canvas stage
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