Rain Crackled like fire
Outside my door step Last night

As if Hell's Angels cried

Sapphire tears
From their sad-firey eyes .....

Last night we painted our sins
With slow brush's Of skin
The start of art to cum
Before the night would end

For I had Dabbled in the
holy Waters of your euphoria,
Dunked in the the vibrant colors
of our combining aura's

painting our sweat & moans
With slow gentle strokes,
Lost in the depths of our art
As I painted you, my poem....

Now Wet & dripping you lay asleep
On our queen size canvas
Tucked away beneath the sheets
Like A wet dream Left to dry

For in the morning
I shall mount you to my wall..
To be adorn by naked eyes.......
......................................................................................... dedicated to Ashton mosby