’Cause when I make love to your body, it feels like I’m drawing instead
Feels like I’m at my easel, when I’m with you in bed
Illustrating every shade of you, I gotta confess
Darlin’ you are my canvas, every time you undress
Ain’t nobody in this gallery
It’s just me and you
Baby I am the artist
And you are my muse
Inside these walls is a masterpiece
And you are Mona Lisa
’Cause when I make love to your body, it feels like I’m drawing instead
Feels like I’m at my easel, when I’m with you in bed
Illustrating every shade of you, I gotta confess
Darlin’ you are my canvas, every time you undress
Blending myself inside of you
This is more than sex
’Cause when I make love to your body, it feels like I’m drawing instead
Feels like I’m at my easel, when I’m with you in bed
Illustrating every shade of you, I gotta confess
Darlin’ you are my canvas, every time you undress
Picasso. Van Gogh
Take off your clothes
Let’s create a show
He played a mini solo of the instrumental after he was finished, taking my breath away even more.
Oh wow.
There were no words for the beautiful melody he’d sung to me. The lyrics. The metaphor. The meaning. The depth.
Zander sheepishly looked at me beneath his thick eyelashes. “The studio version is much better, I swear. When the other sounds come in, it really takes it to another level. Paul thinks it’s the perfect comeback—”
I crossed the distance between us, straddled his lap, and kissed him with all that I had.
Dressed in just Zander’s Versace robe, I sat next to him on his daybed out by the pool. I was still coming down from our tryst in his bedroom. I couldn’t even hold a glass of water we’d come to find out after we came down to the kitchen on our way outside.
Staying true to Zander’s lyrics, we’d made passionate love in his bed. My fingers got lost in his hair, my lips were locked in against his, and he caressed me so gently and intently, I almost had my orgasm just from that alone. I decided then and there that slow was my favorite tempo between us. It felt more raw, intense, and vehement.