- Erotic Poetry
- Performance Art
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You asked me what I want?
I want to paint in shades of pinks to reds.
In blues to purple running black,
all hued with caring and need.
I ascended to depths of extreme,
sirens of pierced images silver through flesh.
To collar your beauty,
sketch your willfulness into submissive pose.
I thought to taste you,
when you cut your finger.
Watching the red drop bloom scarcely parted skin
overcome with twisted concern, I applauded your performance art.
I don’t want to hurt you,
but I long to hear you scream with a darker voice.
Practicing cubism with temporary tattoos,
of line and oval, crop and hand print.
My mark on your body,
as art on canvas.
You asked me what I want to do?
I want to paint.
