Painting Sins

There she is in front of me
Clad in flowers from head to her feet
She's as beautiful as she can be
Like a goddess of the Greeks
Slowly, she unravels the cloth to the canvas
And whispered softly in my ear, "Imagine."
I close my eyes to her white innocence
Breathing slowly before we begin
Then I feel the inspiration from within
As she began the strokes with the pen
I brush against her again and again
A masterpiece of colliding skin
She calls this love, I call this painting sins...