Masterpiece

 Fingertips traced slowly 

On your face in afterglow; 

Your curves and smile, 

Freckles and neckline, 

I stare at your eyes in awe, 

Yours is full of passion, raw.

You complain I don't compliment,

I smile, lighting the cigarette

As the wrinkles on our bedsheet

Form a Masterpiece in itself.

Adding colours to my canvas,

I make Art out of us.

© Suranya