Freckled Constellations

I painted you with vivid colors, my fingertips my brushwork, concentrating on all the hard edges and the soft curves. Your canvas the most beautiful piece of art I'd ever touched. In your cursive script, you wrote poetry between my thighs and sonnets across my heart. A Shakespearian lover with a body that Michaelangelo must have carved especially for me. We were a masterpiece.