Painting on the Waters

Colors of blue and earth tones of brown, the color of your eyes

So true, the lakes flow inside, the color of your hair, with the golden autumn of sun

Running through each and every strand, your lips ripple like the waves softly, then purge

Into a gloss, wet and lovely, your breasts rest upon an orchid white lily, while the gown trails

Behind in a mirage of elegant gender, the taste of freshness, I thirst for your love

As I see you, in a painting reflected on the waters, as we move slowly down

In our boat of lust and caressing, the mirrors of time, we feel the ride

Of art around us, the trees echo in the mist of the evening, calling upon

The waters, as the shadows become a dark painting, awaiting another

Evening while it paints the moonlight, shining on the waters, of our life