The Paintbrush

It's a small apartment, dark green walls and a few photos hanging between sketches and paintings. It's the first time I'm here but I act like I own the place, hanging around while he paints on the rooftop. I go there to watch him work, he moves the paintbrush on the canvas carefully spreading the color into perfect lines. His eyes glow in the light of the afternoon, he seems so incredibly handsome that I can't help but kiss him. He grabs me and gently takes my clothes off but slowly, so that I can feel the silk on my skin. We keep kissing passionately as he takes the paintbrush and paints my naked body, turning me into his canvas.