I am a canvas…as plain as I am.
I am far beyond what your imagination perceives to be its limit.
Outline me, create me…and color me.
Make each stroke matter…do not erase anything… it is all-important.
Detail me and customize me…I need you to want me to be different.
I desire every ounce of your devotion…
So stay focused…
As you gaze upon my bareness release all of the thoughts you fear the world would judge negatively against you.
Hold back nothing, and give nothing less than perfection.
Let the sun shine its rays upon me…so it can reveal the many shades that I have been given.
Examine me, adjust me…and admire me.
Welcome me just as you would welcome the air into your lungs.
Don’t think…just do it.
As plain as I look…
I am far beyond what your imagination perceives to be its limit…
I taste your flesh and am fascinated by the way I yearn for it whenever I am not around you.
Kiss your lips like its my last time…even though there are so many more to come.
Do not deprive me from something that I cannot go without.
I touch you and examine you with the tips of my fingers.
Like a blind man I am braking down every part of you, absorbing you…and storing you inside of my memory..
While living for only the moment…
From your feet to your head.
I now know you…I could replicate what I have just done
But I would rather become an expert…
As you emerge from your dream…
I the canvas sit and wait…waiting to be finished…waiting to be used…
Waiting for night to come…so I can once again…color you blue.