Your body is a masterpiece 

I want to trace it with my tongue 

I lust after this art 

Longing to mimic its movements 

Like playing piano 

I keep stroking you 

To map your beauty with my hands 

The muscle memory kicking in 

I close my eyes 

I lean in to kiss your hips 

I taste you 

Your skin so soft and savory 

This is what art taste like 

It’s magic 

It’s in the eye of the beholder 

Elation 

I can’t let go 

When does the museum close 

Or can I stay a while and admire this miraculous piece that speaks to me 

I’ve never experienced this much beauty