She Colours My Orgasm

Artists bathe in emotion

And there's no pool I'd rather soak in than how I feel with her

For too long I've been surrounded by dull shades of dismal greys, blues and browns

The bursts of colour were predictable, short lived and synthetic

But she paints my existence in every way

She colours my sky

She colours my orgasm

She colours my life

I've been exposed to images indescribable

Sublime kaleidoscopes that I permit to encompass me

The gap between the universe and my skin is dissolved in brilliant fireworks of sapphire and rouge

Browns are caramel and greys sway like smoke

I wish I could capture the nuance of each improvised brush stroke she makes, revealing awesome moments of ecstasy that could persuade a second tear from Lucifer

She colours my orgasm and for this I am grateful

And although I may relapse

Into my black and blue

She'll be there to wash my stains away