Take a soft tipped brush
Dip, and trace my nakedness;
Viscous dripping rainbow streams
Clothe me here within our dreams.
Swirl my curves
With satin pink,
Let your brush flutter and sink
lower, purples, red and blue,
I'm a canvas here for you.
Paint me scarlet, paint me gold,
Paint some words
italic, bold
Stop when you begin to weep
A masterpiece, for us to keep.

Today, I got punched in the face,
And I really liked it.
My lip roughly grazing the surface of my teeth,
Gently slicing my pomegranate edges.
My blood, tastes of used battery acid
Stinging my tongue on contact.

My head swung back a bit
As gravity seeks an answer
And always comes to collect.
I boomeranged back in place,
Just in time to hear the ringing
A deaf melody heard only by my ears.

When it was over I realized
My excitement was premature.
it all happened so fast.
Left me with the blues, a testicular protest..
I looked down at her.
Told her: “Now this side”
Today I got punched in the face twice..
And ******* loved it..