If I'm the night sky, fill me with starlight. Untidy me, rip me off, spray some stardust. Paint me up, with your lips, rosy and wet. Reach out to every corner, with that vile tongue. For I'm a canvas, craving for your touch. (Full poem in caption...) \\Paint me up *--*--*--*--* Like a canvas, you paint on me. Soft fingers, manicured nails. Your hair brushed over my face. Silky, flowy, fragrant.
