Let's make art tonight, Let's make tonight an art. A colourful painting without colours, An art of skilful strokes. Let the bedsheet be the canvas, You are the colour palette, I'm the artist holding you, Mixing hues of love with my filbert. Lines are the creases on the sheet, Made by our manoeuvres and shifts; And by your clenching fingers and arching back; And my rhythmic thrusts and my taut legs. Together we fill the canvas with all hues of love, Sweet to hot, blush to flush, start to finish. Tonight, I'm your Da Vinci And you're my Moan-a-Lips-a. Image by Regards Coupables
