Masterful

Your eyes are blue
the way the sky is blue.
Full of fluffy clouds
until the storm rolls in.
The blue of the deep sea
as your waves crash
against my jagged rocks,
called by my siren song.
Our names are written
in the night sky
and our cries
drown my sorrows
is your seas.

Your nimble fingers are soft
the way my folds are soft.
They dip and caress.
These are the soft hands
of an artist
and my slickness is your paint.
When we dance
in the kitchen,
in the dungeon,
on our sheets,
I become your canvas
each stroke against
my tender flesh
masterful.