Desnuda

Color vivid in the way we touch
Color in your cheeks when you start to blush
Can this canvas rock this brush
Maybe I done drank too much
Emptiness is hard to duck
Can you please just fill this cup?
Crave your tongue touching my gums
Telling me don't stop she gonna
Somewhere late, starry night
Make this van go side to side
Mix colors, my palette and yours
In covers, a pallet on the floor
Spice out the cupboards, my palate adores
Taste of you, and I want some more
Dejavu, been here before
Feel so surreal, like a Salvador
Something in your eyes, tween' your thighs
Unbutton on your blouse, tantalize
Every curve, every line
Every stroke is slow and fine
Tell me lie on my back, stationary
Spell her name like I'm stationery
But what's this shame, I got some theories

South side, late night, feel like nobody
No homicide but I'll still catch your body
You lie down and I sketch your body
Your fingertips make me feel like somebody

Play it cool
Await your response, feign nonchalance
But know your touch would give my reflection a renaissance
Lie to them, but those poor traits show in that portrait
You're a slave to your fear and wants
Told you a thousands times I ever told you once
Still, I love it when you look me in the eyes
Spirit rise, materialize
Can't say where my worth lies
We paint that pain away tonight
Fear that I am not enough
Soothed by the art of your touch
At night I feel I feel too much
At day I feel that I
Don't know who I am
Shape and trace me with your hands
Alone this bed turns cold blue
And darken to a bleaker hue
Hang up before I hit voicemail
Know I'm going beyond the pale
Recognize that's not fair to you
Tag and vandalize your point of view
Four years back she a freak who sucking my nuts
Now I'm like a Deku, such a scrub
L after L, beat on a steering wheel
But what's that mean and how should I feel?
What's success and failure in this context if I'm keeping it real?
Is it contest, conquest, a mess trying to test my appeal?
Old painting at auction, you can get him for a steal,
work like starving artists to earn a meal
Kneel before you like I'm praying, saying I will work for you with zeal
Cause you put the price on who I am, what I am worth, & how I feel

Looking like a model of desperation
Looking like a real life illustration
of illness though ill-intent was never really my persuasion
Rake who just chase sensation
Fake with a chaste presentation
Opaque pain laced with frustration
Scrape, deface, discoloration
Eat away at me like a tumor
Clicking right, right laptop computers
Fear too dark to envision the future
Anesthesia la maja desnuda