This blank canvas which is my heart,
now empty and needs to be redrawn,
it needs a little fire for a start,
to stop it feeling so forlorn,

A tender hand to hold that brush,
to mix that flow of delight,
taking it slow do not rush,
giving me colour make my heart bright,

Paint in the flame of desire,
make these arteries pump,
make my blood pressure higher,
your oils will fill this hearts sump,

Using your coloured fingers to strum,
creating the tune to this heartbeat,
do it right and yours I will become,
you will then feel the love of this hearts heat.