An intamate dance

Of give and of take

I call upon you your body 

It a part of my own, I wish to make

Your hair has long been dull

And your body worn

But at my touch you jump to life

Your spirit full of fervor, your mood never forlorn

I lead and you follow

Our beings joining together seamlessly

I grip you firmly

You trying hard to please me

At first, our movements are controlled

Unsure of what we want to create together

But as we slowly realize our end goal

We begin to work faster 

I work your body to the limits

Needing what only you can provide

Needing the sweet release

From the pressure of the rising tide

As the end nears 

I focus your strokes 

So close, so close

My body feels as though it floats

With a few rapid movements we finish our dance

You leaving a unique signature

As my body finally relaxes

I let go of the grip I had on your figure

I look at what has been created by our dance

Nothing like it anywhere across the seven seas

For I am the painter

And from within me comes the masterpiece.