Forever Painting

It’s not only my face but also my being that is your forever painting,
My skin is the canvas of your lost desire,
Skillfully decorated by the brushstrokes of your flushed lips,
Tattooed by the scratches of your hungry hands,
Stained by the magic created when we touched,
My eyes sketched larger by our every stolen glance.
My palms read like scriptures,
Documenting our words that led us to temptation and delivered us from evil.
So study your eternal painting when you feel lost,
Analyze me if you’ve forgotten the effect of your soul,
As I’m the masterpiece of your essence,
Hung in the museum of your minds eye,
Stapled to your memory as our forever painting.