Painting Pictures

I love to paint those pictures in sir's dreams
That should leave him requited, in the sense
He wants a further dose, or so it seems,
And knows he needs his rightful recompense;

I love to draw soft images for him
To take control of and manipulate
In fashions I can barely imagine,
Given delights that only he'll create;

I love to write the warmest of greetings,
To let him know he's thought of, as the dusk
Descends swiftly and pitch black nightfall brings,
A hint of warm desire and sweet lust;

If nothing will be fun unless I'm part,
Then picture both my secrets and my heart.